Page 48 of The Wolf's Captive
Victor cleared his throat as we entered the front entrance of the library. “Erm, Della?” he started, running his gaze around the bookshelves. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve done some research on your baby dilemma.”
I paused, my head snapping back to look at him. There were a handful of students in the aisle, all with their heads buried in a book. Good job or they might have seen the flush of red that surely coated my cheeks.
“You have?” I breathed.
Cocking his head to the side, he crossed his hands over his chest. “There was such a sadness between you in Paris, I felt compelled to see if there was anything that could be done.”
“And…?” I whispered. “Is there?”
“I found a grimoire of a witch in America who fell pregnant by a werewolf in the eighteen hundreds. He was executed, but she managed to get away. She found a powerful witch who bound the baby within her in a protective layer of liquid that helped the baby to grow to full term.” Victor shrugged. “The baby survived and lived a long life. It was the first wolf-witch hybrid.”
Tears swam in my eyes as I chewed on my bottom lip in an attempt to stop myself from breaking down. Hope mixed with a strong emotion spread throughout me, almost bringing me to my knees.
“Do you think my own mixed DNA might harm a future baby?”
Shaking his head, Victor straightened his coat. “No, I think the spell would do the same thing. Protect the little being so it could grow into whatever it’s supposed to be. Which will be three parts werewolf, one part witch.”
I blew out my shaky breath and blinked away the tears that wanted to pour down my cheeks.
Malone entered the library right when I was about to throw my arms around Victor. His hulking frame was confident as he looked around, a frown marring his handsome face when our gaze clashed.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded when he reached us.
Waving a hand, I turned away from the men and discreetly ran a finger under my eye to get rid of the seeping water. “Nothing, we were just waiting for you.”
I strode away without looking back, hoping that Malone wouldn’t ask again until we’d dealt with the Brighton Coven.
My guts were quivering as relief washed over me. Victor had given me a hope that I didn’t know was possible. I would do anything to give Malone an heir, anything. And if the warlock was able to disconnect us from the werewolves, Malone would trust him with our future unborn baby.
Heading through the Private door, I held it open and waited for the others to join me. Malone stroked my arm as Victor walked ahead of us, his head tilted up. A serene expression crossed his features, a calmness relaxing his muscles.
“Everything okay?” Malone bent down to whisper in my ear.
The rush of his breath on my ear made me shudder. Fuck yeah. Everything was amazing. Finally, it felt as if we could actually unite without anything holding us back. I murmured an affirmative because I couldn’t exactly tell him that I was going to mate with him in so many ways, I would make his head spin.
“It feels so good to be back.” Victor glanced at me, the same sheen of tears now lining his eyes.
I could feel the longing within him, I’d felt it before also. Unfortunately for me, I would never find that peace with the witches. I belonged to the wolves now. Although Victor had carved a life with the Paris Pack, he’d clearly always wanted to be home. And now he was.
“Victor?” Heather’s small voice reached us as she came out of her office.
The warlock spun slowly, the hem of his coat brushing the stone floor. I clutched Malone’s hand, my heart thumping as I anticipated the reunion between the lovers.
“Heather.” Victor strode over to the head witch and lifted her in his arms, spinning around.
A grin lit both their lips as they stared at one another, very clearly happy to see each other. Oh, the fizz of energy that sizzled through them gave me a thrill. True love really did prevail.
“Ouch!” Malone whispered, lifting our joined hands.
I’d pinched his skin with my nails, drawing blood. Oops. My enthusiasm for a love story had overwhelmed me.
“Sorry,” I muttered, beaming up at him.
The corner of his lip slipped into his cheek in a half grin. What? I’d read plenty of paranormal romance books to know that these two could have a happy ending. And we all deserved a happy ending, right?
The witches who were gathered around the coffee counter stared at the pair in the middle of the room. Their leader was embracing an eccentric looking fellow with poker straight hair and a god-awful coat. No wonder they looked a little shell-shocked.
“Do you think the other elders will agree to this reunion?” Malone tugged my hand when Heather waved us forward.