You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 69
However, I also knew I could not protect them, and neither could my mother’s pack. But Khaos could.
That’s why we needed to find a way to get along, and not just because we were mates. There could be no more volatile explosions of temper because I had to stay here in this pack and co-parent with him. We had to put the baby first.
Plus, it was obvious now that we completed each other. He would be the tough parent; he would guide his children to remain on the road to greatness. He was the one who would be able to teach them all the ways of the world. He also had a lot of love to give, and he would have no problem showering his kids in affection.
It was only adults that he struggled with. Children didn’t have an agenda.
I would be the parent that would be more relaxed – I could point out when Khaos was being overbearing, pushing the children too much. I could easily laugh with them, teach them, show them how to hold their own, no matter the social situation. Khaos would probably roll his eyes at this, but it was true. Social skills were important, especially when it came to pack dynamics and hierarchy. Mother took this too far, but she had a point. Reputation played a vital role in one’s relationship with the world.
Funnily enough, Khaos thought this way too, which was why he attacked other packs the way that he did.
I was pulled out of my thoughts as the most delicious smell came wafting through the door. My stomach growled, reminding me how little I had eaten this past week. The last meal I had kept down had been the deer that Khaos and I had shared. The baby would need more than this if they were to be healthy.
Khaos entered the room, carrying a tray of food, and my stomach let out a vicious rumble as I spotted the succulent, tender meat.
He grinned at me, waving the plate around under my nose in a slow circle, the smell hitting me stronger than before. I was almost sick as my hunger pain hit me with full force. He laughed out loud as I almost tore his arm off as I ripped it from him, swallowing whole chunks of the juicy beef. Goddess, this was amazing! Pregnancy appetite had already kicked in!
I realised how rude I was being, and my mother’s training kicked in, demanding I display better manners. With my mouth full I glanced in Khaos’ direction, ready to offer him some food – even though my wolf was growling at the mere thought of it.
As soon as I drank in the sight of him, I almost choked.
He stood in just a pair of shorts with his arms folded over his bare chest, gazing at me with a soft, fond expression. His hair was still slightly plastered to his forehead and his entire skin had a fine coating of sweat. He must have run the entire way here.
His muscles rippled under his skin, skin that was shining in the light thanks to the wetness coating him. My mouth watered, and this time it wasn’t the food.
He twisted his lips ruefully and gestured to his attire, “sorry. I ran here. This was all I could find within easy reach.”
I simply nodded, unable to take my eyes off his ripped body. I swallowed down my last bite, pushing the tray to the side, no longer feeling hungry.
At least not for food.
I gave myself a mental kick and forced my eyes off him.
The blood in my veins burned as his scent hit me, and it was all I could do not to throw myself in his arms. “It’s just hormones, Violet. Ignore it,” I scolded myself.
The air around us crackled, almost taunting me. I could feel my body being pulled forwards. It had a life of its own, needing to be near Khaos, unable to resist the urge. My throat dried up, the tension growing so thick I could almost taste it. I moved my hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, and my arm felt heavy. It was as though we were being surrounded by a fog that made the air almost unbearable, the walls closing in on us.
Why did this happen every time? What was it about us two that made everything else seem so insignificant? Even when we had a mountain of problems, the chemistry was undeniable, always ready to ignite at any moment. The flames of desire licked away at me, filling my bodies with a need that could only be satisfied in one way.
Khaos cleared his throat, moving away from me to sit in the chair, discreetly tucking his erection into the waistband of his shorts. He had noticed my arousal. Of course he fucking did.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, giving me a concerned glance from head to toe.
“Happy. Excited. Scared. Overwhelmed. You name it, I’m feeling it.” I admitted, figuring I may as well lay all my cards on the table. “How are you?”
“Happy. Excited. Scared. Overwhelmed.” I gave a small chuckle, slightly relieved to hear him admit I wasn’t alone with my feelings and fears. “It’s not about me though, it’s about you and the baby. What can I do to put your mind at ease?”
My head flew back with shock. “You’re not angry?”
He frowned at me, a look of adorable confusion on his face. “Why would I be angry?”
“Isn’t it obvious? You don’t want children...” He held his hand up to stop me.
“It takes two to tango, Violet. I was there, I knew the risks that