Page 319 of His Hungry Wolf

After Nero pulled himself out of me and reached over retrieving another cloth from the nightstand, I cleaned myself off and turned to face him.

“I want to do something for you,” I told him wanting to make him as happy as he had me.

“What’s that?”

“I want to find out the situation around your birth father.”

“I told you, you can try.”

“Thanks. But, I don’t think your mother will open up to me if I just ask her. Do you know what she’ll be doing today?”

Nero paused before answering.

“Cage wants all of the wolves in town to do a run together. Did I tell you about that?”

“I don’t think so. Will your mother be joining you?”

“Not for the run. You don’t understand how much of a miracle it is that she’s even going to the festival. She hasn’t done anything this social in about eight years.”

“Wow! Huh! Then maybe when you go do your run, I’ll hang out with her.”

“I didn’t say I was running.”

“Why wouldn’t you? Isn’t that what wolves do?”

“Some do.”

“Well, if you do, and I hang back with your mother, our alone time might make her feel comfortable opening up.”

“Do you really think you can get her to say anything more than she has the last twenty years of me asking her?”

“It’s the best idea I’ve got. And, who knows, maybe with a little luck…”

“You mean magic?” He asked cutting me off.

“I mean, if I am fae, anything is possibility, right?”

He stared at me not saying a word.

“Look, magic or not, I’ve always been good at getting people to admit things to me. So, I promise you that I’ll be able to get something from her that you didn’t know before. It may not be what I ask. But it will be something. Do you trust me to do that?”

“Yeah, I trust you,” he said with a smile.

I leaned over and kissed him. I was excited to do this. It represented the very best I had to offer him.

Showering separately, Nero stayed in bed until I was done. I wanted to head downstairs first to start putting in time with his mother.

“Morning!” Everyone said looking like they had been up for hours.

“Morning. Are we late for breakfast?”

“A little. Where’s Nero? I can scrabble a few more eggs to go along with the French toast I’ve cooked,” Cage suggested.

“You made French Toast?” I turned to Quin. “How are you still so thin?”

“Believe me, it’s all genetics,” Quin said with a smile.

“Nero will probably be down in a few minutes. He was right behind me.”