The Werewolf Tycoon's Secret Baby(3)

By: Saranna DeWylde

Hell, what was she going to do if she had to leave Den Hollow and the life she’d just started to winnow out for them?

“Hey,” she said by way of greeting.

“You didn’t tell me that Noah’s father was a Woolven,” Gin accused.

“He’s not.” She froze. “Is he?”

“That was Drew Woolven who was in my shop, so yeah, honey. I’d say he is.”

“Drew Freaking Woolven. As in… Billionaire Drew Woolven? As in…” she gulped dramatically “Wolfen Woolven?”

“Yes, that one.”

Gin sounded way too cheery, and not just because she was a sugar fairy.

“I don’t think you understand what this means for me.” Panic clawed at her throat.

“It means that the demonling,” Gin said affectionately, “is the Woolven heir. It means you don’t need to worry about asking your sister-in-law for a loan. It means that you’re getting bitten.” Gin giggled. “In the very best way.”

That panic turned to terror, but Emmie clamped down hard and forced herself to be calm. “How about we remember I’m Queen Fuck No of Central Nopestania. How about that?”

“Girl, I’d pay all the gold in my wee Uncle Fergus’s pot at the end of the rainbow for one night with a Woolven.” Gin paused. “Well, maybe not Parker because I’d feel like a dirty old witch with a gingerbread house trying to get strapping lads to lick my marshmallows.” She paused again. “But on second thought, I might be okay with that.”

This was almost too much for Emmie to process. When she’d first discovered Noah’s affliction, she’d thought it was something from her side of the family. She’d never stopped to consider that the man in Greece was a werewolf.

As soon as she caught Noah looking like the most adorable teddy bear Pomeranian puppy, she’d taken him and fled into the darkness of the night. Because even though she’d divorced Peter Breslin, if he’d discovered her son was anything other than human, he’d kill them both.

Lenore, at least, was reasonable. Her ex-sister-in-law had been the one to help her get away from Peter to begin with.

“You’ve gone dead silent, Emmie. What’s going on?” Gin asked.

“Just thinking.”

“Yeah, I can hear your gears turning from here. There’s more you’re not telling me.”

“I think you’d better come over. It’s a long story, and… and I don’t want it to change the way you see me.”

“It’s not like you sold me to the bone fairies. How bad can it be?”

“Bad. Really bad.”

“I’ll have to do it later because Woolven Number Two is on his way over to your house right now.”

“Shit.” She debated running.

“Don’t run. They like the chase much too much,” Gin warned.

“It’s like you read my mind.”

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you’d cut and run.”

“Shit,” Emmie swore again.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Noah repeated.

“Hush, don’t say that. It’s a bad word.”

“Shit, shit, shit…” he babbled happily and started stripping off his clothes.

She was torn. Usually, Emmie had to literally wrestle him out of his clothes to get him to take a bath. She decided she’d rather he have a clean face and a dirty mouth. His new favorite word wouldn’t stain the couch.

Maybe if she didn’t act like it was a big deal, he’d stop?

“Shit, shit, shit, shit…sheeeee---ittttttt.” He cackled.

Oh, she was screwed.

“You still there, Emmie?”

“Yeah, I gotta go. I’ll call you later. By the way, did you have to give him my address?”

“I didn’t. He’s following your scent.”


“It is what it is. Call me later.” The fairy hung up.

Well, she guessed it was time to face the music. Really, she could just tell him—what if he was angry? What if he Changed right there in the full light of day and ripped her apart because he was so angry?

She’d never been up close and personal with a Changed werewolf before, aside from Noah. He was adorable and his little teeth never broke the skin. But Drew was a full-grown male with all the testosterone and rage…

Emmie swallowed hard. She tried to remember that he’d never hurt her in Santorini.

God, what had she done? He’d seemed so… harmless. Well, not harmless, but… he was an art student for fuck’s sake. Art students talked about arches and sculpture, they studied form and function, they read poetry and sought out the higher pleasures.

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