He hesitated. “You cannot keep him.”
My head whipped around to glare at him. “You promised you wouldn’t threaten him!”
“I’m not, I swear it. I wouldn’t hurt him. It’s just that I told you already I don’t want to have pups. I can’t raise him. And, as my wife and mate, that means you can’t raise him.”
Jaw clenched, I kept my arm wrapped firmly around the boy, even as he snuggled deeper into my warmth. “You have told me you don’t want pups. I understand that you don’t want them with me, but this child isn’t actually ours. I won’t ask you to help me raise him, if that’s not what you want to do. But, he is mine. I found him locked in a storage closet. I helped him find his way out of it, and I was the one who helped him back to his human form. If you think I can do all of that without a bond
