The Werewolf Tycoon's Secret Baby(5)By: Saranna DeWylde
“That you had to do this alone. But that’s over now.”
“Andrew—” Her tone carried a soft warning.
“You don’t have to be with me. This doesn’t have anything to do with us. I’m not going to try to control you or hurt you, I just want to provide for my son.”
“You didn’t even ask for a paternity test.” She broke away from him. “How are you so sure? I could say the Elf King of Magar is the father.”
“Do you know the Elf King of Magar?” He lifted an eyebrow.
The question seemed to give her pause. “I, well… no. But, you understood the spirit of the comment.”
Drew smiled. “I don’t need a paternity test. I know he’s mine.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“I needed to hear you say it.” He exhaled heavily, unsure of how to proceed. The wolf in him wanted to drag her and Noah to Aphelion, his family’s estate, lock them up so he knew they were safe. Wanted Mrs. Westwood to give the boy a decent haircut…
But locked up was no way to live for man or wolf, and Emmie wasn’t the kind of woman who’d respond to caveman knuckle-dragging demands.
“There’s a reason you ended up in Den Hollow. You know what kind of community this is, right?”
She bit her lip and nodded slowly.
“I want you to move in to Aphelion.” He held up his hand to cut her off before she could argue. “We can do it all legal and pretty, stating your rights, my rights, and what I’ll provide for you and Noah.”
Emmie shook her head. “I can’t do that.”
“I know this is a lot to take in. It’s a lot for me, too. But we have laws, Emmie. Laws designed to keep us from discovery.” He willed her to understand, as he didn’t want to spell it out. It would sound like a threat and he supposed in a way, it was. But he wasn’t the one doing the threatening.
Any human that discovered them had to be Turned or exterminated. Otherwise, they’d end up with more hunters on their hands. There were special circumstances like those living in Den Hollow, but they were humans who’d been exposed to other supes and were in no danger of revealing their existence or becoming hunters.
“Who am I going to tell?” She wrung her hands, and he could see fear in her eyes.
Since the Woolvens were currently at war—the wolf nations were split down the middle—it was even odds the Great Council would vote to exterminate Emmie just as easily as Turn her. He had to protect her.
“It’s not my call and the climate right now for friendly humans is—” He was cut off as a small, exploding rocket of fur barreled into his gut knocking him to the ground.
A high-pitched sound that he was sure was supposed to be a growl issued from the snarling, snapping, adorable ball of golden ferocity.
Emmie gasped. “Noah Phelan Anderson!”
The tiny jaws froze around his fingers and giant, amber eyes peeked out from the furry little face.
Dear Goddess, he was utterly unmanned and unwolfed by the riot of emotions that surged in him. He was both humbled and proud, and filled with love and utter devotion for the little creature. Bowl haircut and all.
He picked him up, teeth still latched, and he dangled in the air. It was almost cartoonish. Drew gently withdrew his fingers and held him up higher, inspecting him, before pulling him close and stroking his head and back.
“I… he does that a lot.” Emmie held her hands out for him.
“What are you going to do when those teeth get sharper?” He continued the soothing strokes. “What are you going to do when he’s sixteen?”
She swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”
“Are you going to chain him up? Lock him away so he doesn’t hurt people and in process, damage his wolf and his soul irreparably?” The idea of that was like a chainsaw to his insides.
“I told you, I don’t know,” she snapped. Emmie scrubbed a hand over her face and then exhaled heavily. “I’ve just gotten somewhere that feels like it’s safe.”
“But it’s not. Not really. Aphelion, however, is as safe as you could ever be. Think it over. Our witch can bespell him so he only Changes if his life is in danger. All of the Woolven children are introduced to their Change in stages so they can control it. So we can live in the human world, too. You can give that to him.”
“You said I could think about it, but you’re acting like you need an answer right now. I don’t know you, Andrew. He doesn’t know you.”
“You knew me in Santorini.”
“You didn’t even give me your real name,” she accused.
“And if I had, if you knew I was Drew Woolven, would you have given me the time of day?”