The Werewolf Tycoon's Secret Baby(6)

By: Saranna DeWylde



At this she gave him a small smile. “No, I’d have assumed you could buy the time of day, if you wanted it. No reason to get it from me.”

“I have to ask, did you know then what the Woolven name means? Beyond Woolven Industries.”

She pursed her lips. “Yes.”

“How?”

“I’m not ready to tell you that.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

The fuck? What was that supposed to mean? She knew about werewolves? That meant she’d either been raised in a family that was friendly, had recessive wolf genes…

Or there was one other, unthinkable option.

She was a hunter.

That Emmie knew who he was all along, knew exactly what she was doing and now she was in Den Hollow to—his wolf cut the thought off before he could finish it.

No.

It wouldn’t even let him consider she’d betray him.

“Please give him back.”

The tenor of fear in her voice twisted the knife and, when he looked down, he had a naked five-year-old boy in his arms.

The boy smiled up at him, his eyes so wide. “Mama says I have to say sorry for biting, but I didn’t like that you scared her.”

He didn’t think his heart could feel any fuller, but somehow it did. “I don’t like that, either.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “You were at the chocolate store with the rainbow glitter lady.”

“I was. You ate all my favorite truffles.”

The boy didn’t seem fazed. Instead, his little nose twitched, almost like a rabbit. “You smell like me.” He turned his head to Emmie. “Is he like me, Mama?”

Emmie looked at him for direction, but then her spine straightened and she squared her shoulders. “He’s your daddy.”

Noah looked back at Drew and nodded solemnly. “Mama isn’t like us, so we mustn’t scare her. Understand? It’s not nice.”

His brows crashed together. “Neither is eating all of the champagne truffles and rubbing them in your hair.”

“Not. Nice.”

Apparently, Noah wasn’t going to let him off the hook. Already, he exhibited hyper-Alpha tendencies. It would be interesting to see the dynamic if Randi and Blake’s offspring were also Alpha-born.

“No, I promise I won’t scare your mama.”

“Now, that’s settled, so will you please finish your bath? And no bare butts or furry time in front of company.”

“He’s not company. He’s Daddy.” The boy struggled to get down and scampered down the hallway back to the bathroom.

Emmie sighed.

“He’s amazing, Em.” Drew supposed if he were just a man instead of a wolf, this would be so much more overwhelming, upsetting, any number of things. But his wolf recognized his own and it was simple enough to him.

The boy was his. His child, his pup, part of his pack.

“I always wondered what it would be like if I ever saw you again. How I’d tell you, if I’d tell you…”

She seemed to want to say more, so he waited while she found the words.

“This isn’t what I expected at all. I’m relieved and terrified at the same time.” She took a few steps toward the kitchen, then back, pacing as she spoke. “I thought his, um, condition, might have been something in my gene pool. But it wasn’t, was it? It was always you. That’s what scares me. This Aphelion where you want me to go? They’re all like you, aren’t they? I’m a human. I’d be a lamb among wolves.”

“Yet, you came to Den Hollow. A place filled with witches, werewolves, and all other manner of terrors that walk the night.”

“The people here are just people. Trying to live their lives. Support their families and they’re safe in the long shadow of Woolven.”

“Only they’re not. Not as safe as they could be. They can all protect themselves from our enemies. But not you. Noah’s not big enough yet, but Goddess knows he’d try. He’s already exhibiting Alpha tendencies. He’s the Woolven heir. Consider what that means. He’s in danger and so are you.”

Her eyes widened.

“Are you trying to scare me to get your way?”

“Of course I am.” He laughed softly. “Because it’s all true. I want you safe. I want him safe.”

She pursed her lips and looked up at the ceiling. “Do you remember that night I told you about my ex-husband?”

He was glad he’d had practice holding back the Change under duress. Just the thought of the bastard made Drew want to rip the man’s head off with his bare hands.

She continued, seemingly unaware of his internal conflict. “I will never give up my control to someone else. Not even to feel safe. Because it’s not safety, it’s a cage.”

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