EISEN’S POV
14 hours earlier… 11pm in Dennehotso
Arveda’s hands teased lightly through my hair, her nails drawing sweeping patterns over my scalp. I leaned forward with a groan, resting my forehead against hers while I breathed in her scent. It wasn’t Jada’s scent. It wasn’t the whispering lie of a future I’d never have. It was sweet, earthy, real. The smell of a woman- flesh and blood, eager and willing. I’d hardly even touched her and she was already wet for me.
“What about you?” I asked, my voice thick, affected. “Is Cherish’s father-”
“Cherish doesn’t have a father.” There was a quiet intensity to her admission, a closed door that I knew better than to open. “She doesn’t need a father. She has Don, my boys… and a certain wolf that she’s grown rather fond of.”
I grimaced at the af
