MasukChapter 34I sat comfortably on the sofa with my legs crossed, holding an elegant crystal glass of whiskey, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration. I swirled the contents and watched it as if I had zoomed out, thinking about the situation at hand. Liam sat in his chair observing me as he emptied his glass and refilled it. He repeated that three times more before putting down the glass with a bang on his desk. “Saga is mine, and she is staying. There's no discussion about it. She is not your little soldier anymore,” Liam declared with unwavering firmness, emphasizing his authority and underlying protectiveness, which deepened the conflict and drew attention to his resolve.I didn’t expect him to start there or raise his voice or even have the balls to tell me off. I like it; I hate it. But I like it; for a mate, he might be a good one for Saga. It was annoying not to have Saga close to Kristina, but I can understand his side. Words felt pointless, so I nodded, feeling a mix of fru
Chapter 33Holding Kristina tightly is the most intense feeling I know. In these moments, only her presence and the sound of her heartbeat matter. I wish I could keep her tiny frame in my arms forever and shut out everything else. Stroking her hair, kissing her soft lips, and keeping her safe from a cruel world-these are the things I long for, even though reality often falls short of my hopes. I lift her shirt ever so gently to look at the gash across her stomach. Yes, it is noticeable, the tiny bump for my eyes at least. I decided the tiny baby is mine. After all, I fucked her all night and morning to make sure I would be a father of her baby, not the damn cat. The ugly gash bothers me; I need to make Madelyn heal her so she won’t think of those rogues every time she looks at her stomach. I slipped out of bed and made sure I didn’t wake Kristina. She needs her rest. I took my phone out of my pocket and called Mads. I asked her to come to Kristina’s room. I don’t know where she was, b
Chapter 32Madelyn walked to her room with Saga. I watched them go down the corridor to the warrior-ranked rooms. I needed to share the information the nurse told me-how the news of another shifter's fetus in Emrick's mate's belly could change everything. If anyone should be the one to break this news, it should be the witch, but I felt the weight of its importance pressing on me.I held Saga by the arm, feeling the coolness of her skin as we walked down the hallways to the warriors' quarters of the pack hospital. Her breath was shallow, and I could sense her nerves-her hands trembling slightly, betraying her calm exterior. She had walked all the way through these corridors by herself; it took a few minutes to get to the room furthest down one of the corridors. We reached her room; it was meant for warriors, so I thought it would be pretty shabby, but it was surprisingly cozy. I helped her to her bed, the rough fabric of the blanket warm against her skin, and stroked her hair gently.
Chapter 31My Beta reported through mind link that many different shifters have been in the nearby mountains and woods. I don’t like it. With the last things Prince Emrick enforced-decisions made by the vampire king-he is facing increasing hostility from other factions. This makes the situation tricky, not only for me but also for other leaders in the league or on good terms with the vampires. Mine has an added stress having his human bride under my protection. It is also an added danger if something were to happen to her.I told my Beta to round up some of the best fighters so we can investigate. Saga and Kristina were about to arrive, so I left a few dependable bears I knew I could trust. In front of the diner, ten strong bears stood waiting for orders. I could easily have handed the job over to my capable Beta. I wanted to see the situation myself; I took the lead as we sprinted to the woods. Screaming, roaring, and banging reached my ears. It was in the dista
Chapter 30I stood and looked at myself in the mirror: hair in a ponytail, jeans, shorts, and a cute sleeveless top. It is as good as it gets. I always disliked makeup, so it’s all natural on my face: long black lashes and piercing eyes that draw attention. My usual jeans shorts were a bit tight today; I suppose Mads washed them a little too when she put them in the washer. They were still okay to wear. I don’t like jewelry, but the necklace I got from Emrick is beautiful, and I haven’t taken it off. I touch the stone, and it has become something I do often. I take a last look and mutter, as good as it gets. I walk down to get some breakfast before work. I get down the stairs; I am starting to think I would get a bubble butt with muscles from this endless walking up and down stairs. The thought made me snicker. I get to the first floor and was about to round the corner, but I stop dead in my tracks as I hear the voices of Mads and Saga.“You did what, Mads?”“I
Chapter 29Madelyn had gone all out in her preparations for Emrick and my dinner, likely because Emrick had asked her to create this romantic setting. The meal and dessert were delicious. A romantic setting with candlelight, all colors in Silver and marine blue. Emrick seems to like those colors, at least from what I've seen so far. My bite mark was always glowing silver, so it reminded me of that too. The table was set in white and marine blue. White tablecloth, silver candles, tableware with marine blue and silver trimming, and silver cutlery.It felt intimate and made me feel insecure-like I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. We had barely had a conversation before having sex. Now it seemed absurd to be shy and have a hard time finding words in Emrick’s company. I had my head down, looking at my hands. They were clenched as when you pray; I could use extra help to get through this dinner although I wasn’t







