You have to forgive her. We must win her back.
Fuck he wanted to. He wanted to so badly, but he just didn’t know. Maybe once they killed the fucker, he could find a way to let it go.
We will wither and die without her. And it won’t take as long as you think.
Kansas says?—
Kansas doesn’t know. We are different. We cannot survive … and neither will Taylor.
If it was a choice between losing her forever or forgiving her, there was only one choice.
With that understanding, something changed between them. Prowler would be hard pressed to describe it, but they became one while remaining two.
They bonded.
They bonded over pain and impending demise, but mostly they bonded to save Taylor. Wolf had proven himself as a protector, but who protected him?
Prowler certainly hadn’t. He tolerated him at best, used him, and locked him away at worst.
Prowler made a vow to protect Wolf, even from himself.
I will protect you and our mate. This I vow to you. Apparently, that was what Wolf needed to hear.
Wolf gave Prowler his body and retreated, but not as he had in the past. Prowler felt his presence, and it wasn’t intrusive. For the first time, it didn’t feel foreign. It felt right.
And I will protect you and our mate. This I vow.
Prowler hurriedly got dressed before making a quick breakfast.
“Jellybean, breakfast?” he called as he set the plates at the table
She emerged from her room dressed for the day.
“Don’t you mean brunch? It’s a little late for breakfast.”
“Call it what you want, but you need to eat. I made a tofu scramble.” He didn’t addfor protein. He assumed since she was, well, you know, that protein was the answer.
They ate in relative silence until Cass had taken her last bite of toast.
“Look, you’re right. I do love Taylor, and we’ll work it out, but I can’t promise we can settle our differences right away and be the traditional family, Jellybean.”
No matter if he could get over it or not, he was compelled to protect her and Wolf. That meant figuring out a way to make it work. Maybe he could sleep through the tough moments, like intimacy. Then he remembered his vow, that would be using Wolf, and he wouldn’t do that anymore.
“Traditional is overrated, Dad. Besides, when have we ever been traditional?”
His daughter’s statement pulled a laugh from him.
“True.”
He didn’t fucking know how he was going to manage, but he would. He would give Cass the family she wanted and Wolf his mate and him his ol’ lady if it killed him.
No pressure.
He realized he was no longer at odds with Wolf but instead with himself.
The look in his daughter’s eyes hurt more than the physical pain Wolf inflicted on him, that he’d inflicted on Wolf.
“I have to be honest, Jellybean, Taylor may not want to be with me.”