The Werewolf Tycoon's Secret Baby(7)

By: Saranna DeWylde



He exhaled heavily. “I want you to think about that, Emmie. About what you just said.”

“About a cage?” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“Yeah. Think about that. Isn’t it worth a big yard with a gilded fence to make sure you never have to put your son in a cage?” He hoped logic would win out, or he’d go old school if he had to and drag her kicking and screaming to Aphelion.

“You bastard,” she hissed.

“Am I a bastard because I’m honest, because you don’t like what I have to say, or because it’s true?” His questions were all rhetorical, Drew needed to buy them both more time. He needed to talk to his brother.

Drew knew Blake would welcome Noah and Emmie with open arms, but it was going to be a hard sell to form an alliance with another powerful wolf pack with his child and that child’s mother in residence. But he needed them safe. Breslin, de la Luna, Remus; their agents could be anywhere.

Even Aphelion.

As evidenced by Hector Luna’s infiltration of Woolven lands and the night he almost murdered Randi.

His wolf rose, but he clamped down on the animal and his baser, darker nature and held it in check.

“I don’t know how to be any clearer. Either you’re not listening to me or you don’t care. I am afraid of you, Andrew. Is that highlighted enough for you?” Emmie’s arms were crossed over her chest again, like she was hugging herself.

“Because of what I am?”

“Because you’re male. You want to dominate and control. Already, you’re trying to manipulate me to get your way.”

“Because it’s best.” He didn’t understand why she couldn’t see the logic. She was an intelligent woman. Moving to Aphelion for safety made sense. One plus one equaled two. Or, in this case, three.

“Best for you. I don’t think it’s best. Why do you get to decide?”

Understanding dawned. Of course she was afraid. Her ex-husband had manipulated, threatened and abused her. She didn’t trust her own judgement when it came to men and her instinct was to retreat. He didn’t want her to feel like some cornered rabbit. She wasn’t prey, she was to be honored, cherished, and adored.

He gave a careless shrug that he hoped would lighten the tension. “Because I didn’t have any input for the first five years. You owe me a big one.”

When she didn’t respond, he spoke again. “I didn’t say it had to be tomorrow, just let me know it’s on the table.”

“I want to believe you. I want to believe that you’re only trying to do the right thing, the best thing. For Noah. And if you were Andrew Phillips, maybe I would. But you’re not. You’re Drew fucking Woolven. You take down companies that get in your way, devour them. You play hard and fast with the jet set crowd—”

“It is my deepest regret to inform you that’s all hype, manufactured for the gossip rags and to keep society focused on our scandals rather than the truth of who and what we are. Did you see harems of women when I was on Santorini? I just wanted to read and eat.”

She canted her head. “Don’t tell me you’re not a predator.”

He couldn’t help the smile that curved his lips. “Oh, I’m definitely a predator. But I’m not an Alpha. I’m just your average second stringer.”

“Bullshit.”

“Maybe.” He nodded. “But don’t shut me out. He’s my son, too. I want to be his father. I want to be part of his life.” A man in his position with his assets could easily take her to court and get sole custody. But the idea of that was so abhorrent to both man and wolf, it wasn’t even an option. “He’s our son,” he reiterated. “We’re supposed to do this together.”

“Give us time, okay?”

“I don’t know that we have it, Emmie. But I’ll give you as long as I can.”

“What does that mean?”

“Maybe I can tell you when you tell me how you knew about the Woolven Secret.” He knew it was time to make his exit. Anything else now would be lamenting the point. “I’m trusting you not to run from me. I’m trusting you to give me a fair shot.”

“And I’m trusting you not to kill me.”





Chapter Four





Drew left Emmie’s little house on Bug Boot Lane, the name of the street courtesy of Eleanor Westwood’s niece, and immediately dialed Blake.

“We have a situation,” he said when Blake answered.

“Don’t tell me we have another one of those bastards running around with an immunity to silver. No, wait. Let me guess. An invasion of bone fairies? Because last time—”

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