ANNATORIA
“Impregnate,” Kaelen replied.
“Oh.” A dry chuckle followed my response. “Impregnate.”
“Anna, the breeding is the least of your issues. For hundreds of years, despite the pain of being mateless, the Lycan managed to get through his rut month after month. And surprisingly, when he found you, he searched for a way to suppress his rut from manifesting. But whatever he did will last only until the end of this week.”
Kaelen held my hand tighter. “Annatoria, you are human, not a wolf. You won’t be able to survive the Lycan's rut. It won’t stop until it pumps every drop out of the Lycan.”
“So…” My tilted head tilted further. “It’s like rough s*x?”
“It won’t be gentle. At all.”
Kaelen was clearly hoping to use those words to impact my decision, but they barely brushed against it b
