“Mr. Blackthorne, when my mommy was drunk, was she scary?” Zuberi asks, curiosity gleaming in his sharp grey eyes as he takes a massive bite of roasted wild boar in the dining hall.Idris lowers his silver cup, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he remembers Zanele squirming half-clothed on the bed, her mouth parted in soft, drunken gasps while her body burned with heat. “She was not scary, little wolf.”“Huh?” Zuberi tilts his head, his wolf ears twitching on his scalp.“She was...” Idris pauses, a heavy, dark pulse running through his groin as the memory of her sweet, wet scent fills his mind again, forcing his jaw to clench with brutal restraint. “Frustratingly tempting.”Noticing the dark, dangerous shift in the Supreme Alpha’s expression, Zuberi quickly shifts his posture on the wooden bench. “Mr. Blackthorne, don't you think Amara looks exactly like my mommy?”Idris sets his cup down with a heavy thud, his gaze locking onto the child. “Does she?”Zuberi slaps his small palm a
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