Ezra
My gaze snapped around the table. Sure enough, the bastards were grinning, shoulders shaking with stifled laughter. One even had the gall to snicker outright.
Tonya blinked, confused, shifting in her seat as if she’d missed the joke. Her brows furrowed, and she tilted her head, utterly oblivious to the fact that my wolf had just announced to half the council that I wanted her barefoot, pregnant, and filling my house with pups.
I growled low, the sound rumbling out of me in a sharp warning. The smiles immediately vanished, and were replaced with quickly straightened spines and bowed heads. Good.
Still, the images hugged me, refusing to release their hold. Bare feet, swollen belly, five pups tumbling into my arms. My future was brighter than ever.
Norton coughed heavily again. ‘W
