You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 77

me laughing at some parts of his childhood, which I didn’t think was possible. Hearing the story of a young Khaos trying to tame a stray dog had me riveted, my morning sickness forgotten. The dog had sensed there was something different in Khaos, almost as if it detected the Alpha inside him - he definitely knew Khaos was not completely human. Smelling the scent of its own kind on Khaos’ skin, it had stayed rooted to the spot, cocking its head to one side as it tried to figure him out. The moment Khaos had tried to pet it, the dog snapped, piercing the skin on Khaos’ hand and fleeing into the distance. Khaos had spent a week tracking this dog down, knowing that if he didn’t, it would die with no one else to protect it.

The two had become fast friends, with Khaos often sneaking some of his own pathetic rations out of the packhouse. My heart warmed at this. From what I knew, Khaos barely had enough food for himself back then, but hearing he was always so willing to help others comforted me. He would make a fantastic father.

The story of the dog ended abruptly and when I pushed for more, all he would say was, “Drake found out.”

I stopped pushing, and I left it to my imagination. There were no happily ever afters once Drake got involved.

Khaos also opened up to me about some of his regrets in life, things he had reflected on at Alpha Duke’s pack. He regretted that he had started his pack so early on, that he hadn’t given himself a chance to discover who he really was. He wouldn’t change his pack for the world, but he wished that he had waited so he could lead differently.

He also said that he had spoken to Duke’s mate, Grace. I had cringed when hearing some of the things he had said to her, that they were both broken in ways that couldn’t be fixed. He said that he needed to ring her, to clear the air. If she left Duke because of what he said, he would hate himself forever.

That’s when I had been selfish. I reminded him that no wolf was ever going to completely shake the bond. She could wait whilst we experienced these two weeks together. If he didn’t want to contact his own pack, what sort of message would it send out to be ringing Grace? He had agreed, saying this time was for us and the baby.

I had to admit; I played on the pregnancy a little, getting Khaos to massage my legs and run me baths. He seemed so different and free out here; I wished it could stay like this forever.

He even permitted me to ride on his back in his wolf form. He was so paranoid about our wolves losing connection, and since I couldn’t shift, he wanted me around his wolf wherever possible. He also wanted his wolf to be well used to the idea of a pup, as Alphas could be prone to killing their offspring if they rejected them. He was already so fiercely protective of this little one. Werewolves are only pregnant for six months, our advanced and altered DNA speeding up the process to follow the timeline of our animals, and Khaos planned to experience every second of this moment together.

My own wolf was at peace, in a state of contentment like nothing I had experienced before. We may not be mated, but she knew we had their protection and loyalty until the day they died, and that was enough for her.

For now.

Each day was getting harder to resist the urge to complete our mating. Ignoring the fact that our souls were designed to be joined, the very half of the other to make us complete, Khaos appealed to me on so many other levels. He didn’t try to suppress me as my mother often had done. In fact, he encouraged me to push my limits and step out of my comfort zone, even training with me in strength and agility. Due to the pregnancy, he refused to do any form of one-on-one combat, but he taught me to use muscles I hadn’t even known I possessed, to hone what little skills I had.

Beyond that, there was also the fact I knew he could protect me and the baby, and Goddess knew he appealed to me on a sexual level, and I both loved and respected his nature. The good, the bad and the ugly. I was learning to be okay with his anger, (so long as it wasn’t directed at me) and could even get behind the justification for it. I accepted his jealousy and possessiveness, and I had fallen hook, line and sinker for this adoring, loving caregiver he had shown me of late.

All in all, it all added up to me being screwed. I made my mind up. Despite his many flaws, this man was the one for me, and it went far beyond the destiny of a Goddess neither of us had met.

We were soul mates, best friends, and lovers.

Well, maybe not so much lovers. Khaos hadn't touched me since the day we conceived during my heat. I had tried, using my body in all the tricks of seduction and he had resisted my every move. I knew sex was important to him, and that it meant more to him than it did most people. It would be weird if it didn’t after his own experiences. I knew he would not do something that I could end up regretting. However, this didn't help the sudden rush of hormones I had that had me horny every waking moment of the day. When I confronted him on the number of casual lovers he had in the past, he would simply tell me they meant nothing to him. They had both been willing