“Little wolf,” he said gently, “this is the pup I was telling you about. Since we can’t have our own children now, I searched the neighbouring packs for an orphan we could adopt.”
He beckoned to the boy. “Come here, little one. Say hello to your new mum.”
The boy appeared puzzled. Instead of approaching me, he embraced Mabel’s legs tightly.
“Mommy,” he whimpered, looking up at her through Dylan’s eyes, “why is Daddy asking me to call someone else Mom?”
The room went dead silent.
Dylan’s face turned pale. He cleared his throat. “He… he’s confused. I’ve been visiting him at the orphanage for weeks now. He’s started calling me Dad because I’ve been taking care of him.”
Mabel nodded quickly. “Children get attached easily. I’ve been helping with his care too.”
The lies were so obvious they were almost comical. I could not bear watching this performance any longer.
“I’m tired,” I stated flatly, turning away from them. “I need to rest.”
Dylan nodded, relief visible in his eyes. “Of course, love. You need your strength.”
He pointed to one of the pack members standing guard outside. “Take the boy to the guest quarters.”
Mabel remained at the edge of the room as the guard led the confused child away.
I lay with my back to them, pretending to fall asleep.
Behind me, I could hear Mabel approaching Dylan. Her scent, which included wild berries and something distinctly feline, grew stronger. “She doesn’t suspect anything,” Mabel said, her tone playful.
“Are you insane?” Dylan shot back. “That was incredibly reckless. What were you thinking bringing him here?”
“Relax,” Mabel teased, and I could hear the fabric rustle as she brushed against him. “She’s completely clueless. Besides, I put sleeping herbs in her water. She’ll be out cold any minute now.”
Mabel purposefully brushed her leg against Dylan’s in a subtle, intimate gesture.
Dylan did not refuse her advances. He allowed the contact until she became more visible. Only then did he reach down and grab her thigh, stopping her provocative movements.
But Mabel was undeterred. She stepped behind Dylan and embraced him, nuzzling against him like a satisfied wolf after a successful hunt.
Dylan glanced my way, confirming that the sleeping herbs had taken effect.
When he saw my eyes closed and my breathing steady, he became more confident, turning to press Mabel against the nearby table, his hand firmly gripping her throat as his lips crashed against hers.
He quickly backed away, his cold gaze warning her to behave herself.
But Mabel showed no fear. She wrapped herself around him again, pushing him down onto my bed, only inches from where I lay.
They didn’t realise that, while my body couldn’t move, my mind was fully alert.
Dylan flipped their positions and pinned Mabel beneath him. “Have you lost your mind?” he growled. “I’ve warned you to behave yourself around Amelia. She is my only Luna.”
Mabel smiled seductively, deliberately exposing her neck to him as an invitation. She whispered, “Don’t you want to see what it’s like?” “Taking me here, in her bed? Am I more exciting to you than she is?”
Dylan laughed coldly and dismissively. “You’re nothing compared to her.”
