Page 137 of Wicked Savage Wolves
Mom even mentioned hiring a lawyer for Diego.Right. Because that would help.I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wouldn’t matter.
I’ve been friends with KeAnna long enough to know the Pack won’t tolerate human involvement. A vampire tried to kill a shifter. This is a Pack problem. They won’t allow outside influence. The only hope Diego has is if his Seethe fights for his freedom, but with what Jae said, I don’t see that happening. And even if they did, I’m not sure the shifters would care.
Isa is mated to Rafael—the Alpha’s son. That’s a pretty big deal, right?
I download the assignments my teachers sent and get to work on playing catch-up. Mom said she’d come home at least long enough for me to go to school tomorrow, so with any luck I won’t fall too far behind. Only I don’t know what will come next and I hate being unable to plan.
I spend the next hour catching up on my reading and assignments. There’s an exam in my economics class on Friday and I want to make sure I do well. With that finished, I head back downstairs and freeze at the sight of César fast asleep on Jordy’s chest.
Wow.I’d like to blame what I’m feeling right now on my hormones, but I have a feeling the sight of this arrogant playboy asleep with our son in his arms is something I’ll never get used to.
He must not have been too deeply asleep because the next second Jordy is cracking one eyelid open and smiling my way.
“Hey, momma.” His voice is rough with sleep. Why do those words make my toes curl? Visions of Rio fromGood Girlscomes to mind and I have to force myself to walk further into the room instead of standing there dumbstruck. Does Jordy have to be so hot? This would be so much easier if, I don’t know, he was average and said all the wrong things instead of unraveling me with his words and voice alone.
“How was your nap?”
His smile grows impossibly wider. “Fan-fucking-tastic. Isn’t that right, little man,” he whispers, and kisses the top of César's head. I swear my ovaries are on overload right now.
“How long has he been out?”
He cranes his neck toward the wall clock, his Adam's apple bobbing before saying, “Maybe twenty minutes.”
“His evening nap is usually an hour or two. Do you want me to go put him down in his crib so you can move?”
He shakes his head and beams at me. “Nah. We’re good.”
The sight of his smile tugs at my heartstrings. Jordy is more than I expected. “You’re pretty good at this dad stuff, huh?”
“Learning from the master,” he tells me and pats the space beside him.
I take the seat, leaning in to brush a lock of hair from César’s forehead.
“We made a great kid,” he whispers, and if it weren’t for the fact I’m sitting down, I would melt into a puddle of goo right here on the floor. “You did good, momma.”
A lump forms in my throat. “Thanks.”
Almost reverently, he rubs César’s back with one hand, his other arm thrown across the back of the sofa, and his fingers absently stroking my bare shoulder. I’m not sure if he even realizes he’s touching me, but I don’t bother to point it out.
“Does it bother you?” I ask, my words almost too quiet to hear.
“Does what bother me?”
I chew on my bottom lip. “That he’s like me. A psyker. Instead of…” I trail off and keep my eyes trained on our son, afraid to look up and see Jordy’s expression.
His chest rises and falls as he exhales a breath. “Would it be easier if my son was a shifter?” he asks. “Yes. It’ll be hard for him to find his place in the Pack if he isn’t a wolf.” My stomach sinks. “But he’s my son. I love him whether he is a wolf or not. Both man and wolf accept him as he is. There’s a chance that he might still shift one day and if that comes, we’ll handle it. But there is nothing that could make me love this boy less. He’s ours.” He shrugs. “Nothing else matters.”
I swallow hard hearing his words, hearing the conviction in his voice. “Thank you. I think I needed to hear that.”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Can I come back tomorrow?” Jordy asks, his voice hesitant. “I know we said Wednesday and I know I wasn’t supposed to be here today but…I’ve missed so much already, and I swear the kid changes every day. I don’t want to miss out on even a second of his life that I don’t have to.”
“I—” A trickle of worry worms its way into me before I push it aside. This is great. Jordy wanting more time with César is a good thing. I need to get over the irrational fear that him spending more time with César somehow means I’ll have less. This isn’t a competition, and right now, more time is not only good for Jordy, but it’s good for César and that’s what is more important. “That would be great.”
“Really?” His arm drops down from the back of the sofa and he squeezes me to him in a side embrace.
“Yeah. Really.”
He kisses my temple, taking me by surprise. “Thank you.”
