Page 98 of Bound By Blood & Fate
Thaddeus nodded slowly.“That makes sense.”
“Lucy willnae be wi’oot protectors, that’s fur sure,” I said dryly.
“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” he admitted.“I like the idea. A new pack—with an Alpha father at her back.”
I cleared my throat.“Ahem. And Madadh.”
“Of course,” he said solemnly.“We cannot forget our feral mate.”
I snorted.“Like Wulfric’s any better. Ah’m sure ye’ve been a terrible influence on him.”
“He did that all by himself—when he watched you give birth to our daughter,” he said, shaking his head.“I had no part in it. He was born to be a protector.”
We didn’t mind the extra attention.
“Pass me Lucy before you—or Ranald—run off wi’her.”
He grimaced, but obeyed, placing her carefully in my arms.
I didn’t know when my next heat would come. But with my daughter nestled against me, her warm weight so familiar already, I found myself hoping for a little more time—just Lucy and me—before my body demanded more of me again.
There was a little over three years between Ranald and myself.
That felt like a kind, merciful gap.
Thaddeus settled into the seat opposite me. There was no book or newspaper in his hands—nothing to distract him. He simply watched us. Now and then, a faint flicker of gold glinted in his eyes.
In that hush, I realised just how far we had come. The famine and upheaval that had scarred my people were slow to heal, wounds that lingered across generations. Yet Lucy felt like a promise made flesh—a bright ray of hope cradled in my arms.Our families merged beyond polite niceties. His mother wrote often and was due to vist us soon.
The bond between us was proof of bloodlines entwined and fate fulfilled.
Our wolves saw beyond human history, beyond loss and hardship.
Thaddeus leaned forward, his knuckles brushing softly over Lucy’s cheeks.
“Just like her mother,” he murmured.“A vibrant spark.”
I reached for his hand and held it as we watched our daughter sleep—the future breathing quietly between us.
The End.
