Sixty-Eight

Kian

I stopped cutting my steak and paused, looking long and hard at her. “You’re a bright ray of sunshine today, aren’t you? We should be celebrating instead of stressing over things that might never happen. We’re mated, we bought a house, and you found your daddy,” I pointed out. “Look at it this way . . . at least you don’t have to search for him in Whitevale and activate the werewolf gene.” I arched my brow and shoved a cut piece of steak in my mouth.

Gia twisted her lips as she pondered that thought. “True . . . I guess there is that I suppose. But I can’t stop thinking about my mom. I’m worried for her, Kian. What if her father found out about me and did something awful to her? She gave me away to protect me. That tells me that she wanted me. If it wasn’t for him, she would be with my father right now. I would have been raised by parents who loved me. My life would have been so different.” She exhaled mournfully.

“But look how well you turned out despite all that shit,” I remind