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I shove a barrier up between us, not wanting to hear his murderous fantasies. Murder can’t fix everything.
“Are we bringing the car seat in?” I ask, wanting to let her have the control so she can feel less overwhelmed. Maia thrives on control, I’ve noticed.
I just wonder how that’ll play out when we mate.
“You and me both,” Orion hums.
“Nah, we can just carry her inside,” Maia says, climbing out of the car. The move is so graceful, so enticing. “Can you grab her bag for me?”
“I see how it is,” I tease as I slam my door shut. “You’re getting the precious cargo, and I’m left getting the bags.”
She tosses a wink at me over her shoulder, and I grin. She gently lifts Phoebe out and uses the backseat to rest her down whilst she gets Phoebe’s coat on. The little pup is wearing a pink, frilly dress that is extremely cute, with bright pink pant things that go underneath. She looks warm and so fucking adorable.
I wonder when Maia will be okay with us buying clothes for Phoebe. So far, the only financial contribution we’ve been permitted is buying the groceries that feed Maia and, in turn, Phoebe.
“Wait, can you grab her for me?” Maia asks with a sigh. I nod as she passes Phoebe to me, and I cuddle the little wolf in close.
“I love you,” Orion murmurs to her, and I run my fingers down her cheek.
“You okay?” I murmur as Phoebe grasps my finger.
“Yeah,” Maia says. “Ben’s just demanding updates, and it’s easier to type when my hands are free.”
I laugh and grin down at the little baby when she clenches my finger tighter. I lock the car, and the three of us walk towards the doctor’s office. Maia’s ferociously typing messages to my brother—brothers, more than likely—and Phoebe’s being very cute as she chats away. Her images have gotten so much clearer as her eyesight improves, which usually makes it easier to identify what she wants, but this time, I’m stumped. I don’t really understand what she’s asking for, and rather than change up the scene, she’s just sending the same things over and over.
The doctor’s surgery is quite lively with a few toddlers running around. There’s lots of people, none of them wolves. It’s a very nice surgery with comfortable seats and brightly coloured boards with medical information on them.
Maia goes to check us in, and I move to one of the seats, placing the bag at my feet. Phoebe’s demands become more insistent, and I see her mum’s face. She wants Maia. I can feel the love both Phoebe and her wolf have for Maia, but she doesn’t want to be held or milk.
She doesn’t need a nappy change.
She wants—oh.
Maia gives me a weak smile as she approaches. Her hair covers her face, and her shoulders are held so high.
“Phoebe wants you to sing to her,” I murmur, keeping my voice low.
“Really?” I nod, and tears prick at Maia’s eyes. I reach over and press a gentle kiss to her temple. Phoebe’s settled in my arms, but Maia gets more and more nervous as we wait. Her voice shakes as she softly sings under her breath to our pup, and the feelings of love and contentment from Phoebe fill my heart in a way I’ve never felt before.
She’s called over by a receptionist a few moments later, and I frown. Dr Carson has been delayed by an emergency, so we’re seeing a different doctor. I don’t need to hear her say his name to know we’re seeing Dr Thomas.
Maia’s whole body tenses up, which is scary considering how tense she already was, and she gives a very sullen nod before coming back over to us. Her hands are shaking, and I hate that some man has this much control over my mate.
“I say we kill him. Send Maia and Phoebe home with Ben, and we gut him,” Orion says. “Destroy him for thinking he can hurt our mate. Sever his hands from his body, carve out his tongue, and?—”
“Let’s leave,” I say, putting a block up between Orion and I. He’s extremely worked up, and I need to be calm and focused so that I’m able to support my mate and daughter.
“No,” she whispers. “We need to get this done.”
“You’re shaking, princess,” I murmur, taking her hand in mine.
“I know.” Maia’s hand doesn’t leave mine, but she clenches her jaw, and I know she’s determined to see this through.
I’ve been wanting to meet this prick anyway, ever since Seb found that napkin at the café table. Maia and Phoebe’s names were written on it, along with a stitched on Ryan. It feels far too coincidental that the napkin would be monogrammed with the name of Phoebe’s father, the name nobody else should know.
But not like this.
Phoebe’s name is announced over the tannoy, and I let go of Maia’s hand for a brief moment as I grab Phoebe’s bag. I hold tight onto Phoebe and then take Maia’s hand once more. The sparks shoot between us, and I’m really grateful she doesn’t baulk at the contact.
