22. The Weight of Bloodlines
Norman
The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting long shadows across the stone walls of my study. I sat in silence, one hand cradling a glass of untouched whiskey, the other clenched tightly around a folded, wrinkled contract.
*The breeder agreement.*
I looked at it and sighed deeply and my jaw tensed.
Raven: the name echoed like a drumbeat in my mind. Stubborn, fierce, beautiful… and pregnant. Pregnant with my pups.
Finally!
The first woman to ever carry my child.
I had tried. Heaven knows I had tried. People thought of me as a promiscuous man. What they didn't know was that I had been looking for someone who would carry my pups to term but no one would ever get pregnant for me until Raven.
And best of all? It was twins. Two pups! It was as if n
