Dear Cousin, You Will Have My Baby
Three hours later, I returned from the hunt, my clothes dusted with the dirt of the woods and my skin still cooling from the shift.
"Welcome, Veyron."
Elowen, my aunt, Soren's mother, stood in my path, her voice shaking. She looked terrified, approaching me while I still carried the scent of the kill, yet she held her ground, stubborn like her son.
I kept walking. She took the silence as permission to continue. Her eyes, green like his, were swollen and puffy. She had been crying.
Pathetic.
"Veyron... I know I have no right to ask, but as family—" Tears spilled immediately. A dominant omega, reduced to begging. "It's about Soren—"