Not Your Mate
Just one glance was enough for me to be sure the pup was his.
And before I could speak, Dahlia entered, crying with the pup in her arms, "I'm sorry, Elara—I didn't want to impose while you're preparing for your marking ceremony, but Emery keeps crying himself hoarse, asking for daddy every night. There's nothing I can do—"
"It's a child's nature to look for their father. Are you his father, Orion?" I asked Orion, cutting Dahlia short.
"Of course not," he replied, shaking his head and shooting a warning glare at Dahlia. "We aren't even marked—how would we have a pup? I took care of them after Emery's dad saved me. And he likes me, so he calls me daddy."