When My Mate Wore Obsidian, I Was Done With Him
My daughter, who'd always hated the cold, suddenly started begging to vacation in the freezing Northern Territories.
I dismissed it as a passing whim and told her no.
I never thought she'd actually soak herself in a tub of ice for two days straight, just to prove she wasn't afraid of the cold.
I gave in. I took her north. My mate, Cassian, stayed behind to handle pack affairs.
The North was bitter. After only a few days, my daughter started showing signs of cold-sickness, coughing constantly.
I wasn't going to gamble with her health. I decided to bring her home immediately.
But my daughter threw a fit.
At the time, I thought she just loved the North too much to leave.
Until I happened to overhear her conversation with my husband, Cassian:
"Daddy! These last few days in the North, I put scent-blocker in Mommy's water every single day! Aren't I clever? Now she'd never find out about you and Auntie Kayla!"
"Mommy is so annoying, always nagging! I wish Auntie Kayla were my mommy instead!"
I stood there cold, watching the cozy little scene inside the room, gripping the vial of scent-blocker I'd just dug out of my daughter's backpack — the drug meant to numb the link between Cassian and me.
Fine. If they loved Kayla so much, then let them have her.
I'd give them my blessing.
So why, after I gave you everything you wanted, did the three of you end up on your knees begging for my forgiveness?