Page 45 of Planet Wolf

“For a while. He only has to do it twice a week now.”

I followed him from the room, admiring the way his ass looked in his pants. “No more honey on my vitamin every day?”

“You’re sweet enough, you don’t need any more honey. If you want some, I’ll feed it to you.” He smiled. “I’ll feed you some and then lick it off your body.”

There he is.I was glad to have my Alfie back.

* * *

“My father is coming over.”Jadon stormed into the room when I was bathing. “I don’t know what the fuck he wants, but he’s not getting it.”

I took his hand, drawing him toward me as I got out of the tub. “When is he coming?”

He blinked. “Sorry, I wasn’t clear about that. Now. He’s coming now.”

“Should we put out food?” It was what my grandmother would have done. Even if an enemy came over, you fed them. It was classy and showed you weren’t intimidated by them.

Jadon laughed. “I don’t want to offer him bread; I want to kill him. He’s made it so impossibly hard on you that I can’t even take you downtown to go see the theater or feed you in public. I want to tear his head from his body.”

“Maybe he’s coming to try to make things right.” I highly doubted it. “In any case, we have to feed him. I’ll get it set up.”

I felt pretty wonderful most of the day. Two days of the infusions had made me feel full inside. I hoped I didn’t have to shift without conscious thought again. At least I’d know what was happening, if it did happen. I toweled off and then went at my hair. I’d get this done. If they all had to wait for me, then so be it. That might be mysterious. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My color was better. I might actually be gaining some weight.

I looked a little bit curvy. “Look, I have breasts.”

Jadon caught his breath. “I’m fully aware of your breasts. Always have been. And I can’t think about them now. Damn.”

“I’ll get dressed and come out.” I smiled as I watched him leave. He might not be able to think about my breasts right then, but mentioning them altered his mood. Now he might not kill his father in our kitchen and actually wait for the challenge. Whywasthat man coming here now?

I put on a black dress that Carl brought me from town. It was short and casual. I put on the comfortable shoes I’d been wearing since I arrived.

Carl was in the kitchen cutting something that resembled tomatoes. “Are we really feeding him?”

“Not necessarily. We’ll have food out, but I’m not suggesting we actually have him sit down to eat.”

He looked over his shoulder, his lips turned in a half frown. “Then why am I cutting these?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t going to use that kind of energy. I was just going to put out some cheese. Bread. Nice and easy.” I scooted him over. “Thank you for helping me.”

He kissed my cheek. “Always.”

The sound of a car caught my attention, and I lifted my head.

I turned to my mate, wiping my hands off on a towel. “Go, greet him. I’ll be in here, and I’ll come greet him in a bit, unless you indicate to me that it’s not safe.”

“You’re really good at this. What a gift you are. I’d just pounce on him and beat the shit out of him. Forget politics. I guess we can’t do that. See you in just a second.”

Alfie entered and leaned against the counter. “I’m not greeting him.” He took a deep breath. “Oh, smell that? My father is here, too. I’mreallynot going now.”

“Grab me a plate.” He did as I asked. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” Our interaction felt so normal. I loved it, just us in the kitchen. I’d love to have someone there other than their dads, but it was nice to have company.

Alfie winced. “Jadon and his dad are fighting. Hard. They’re yelling at each other.” He shook his head. “My dad is yelling for me. Carl won’t let him come in the kitchen.”

Maybe I needed some more cheese.

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