With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(184)

“Callum, Sonny, please,” Regan beseeched. “If you’ll give us a moment to finish explaining, without bloodshed, I promise you’ll understand.”

Callum swung his head his mother’s way and snarled.

Regan went pale.

Sonia sighed, moved toward her husband and ran her hand soothingly down his fur, leaning in. “My wolf, let’s give them a chance to finish explaining… without bloodshed.”

He turned his head to her, turned it back down to Gregor, bared his teeth on another low snarl then slowly backed off Gregor’s body. As Gregor pushed to his feet, again, Callum’s eyes went to Sonia and he barked sharply. She nodded and went directly to the clothes he’d leaped out of. Gathering them up, she followed her mate as he prowled out of the room.

He leaped to man in the hall and Sonia handed him his clothes but even when he had them, he didn’t don them. Instead, he stood there na**d and lifted his big hand, palm up. She instantly put his wedding band into it that he’d given her moments before transforming to wolf and he just as instantly slid it on his finger.

Only then did he tug his clothes on but he did it muttering furiously, “I cannot believe this f**king shit.”

Sonia couldn’t either. Prophesies. Plots. Oracles. Potions to suppress the wolf traits Sonia’s father gave her (her father was a werewolf!) and bring out the human ones of her mother (sadly, her father’s mate was a human, weirdly, this made their demise happening together, rather than her father enduring an eternity without his mate, something bittersweet).

Sonia had to admit (not then, of course, with Callum being so infuriated), it was a relief to understand things about herself that she hadn’t since she could remember. Her abilities and why she had them. Why she healed so quickly and didn’t scar. Why her periods came every five months instead of every month, like a human’s. This last she never imparted on anyone since it was none of their business, except her doctor who told her a lot of women had irregular cycles. This might have been true but what was truer was that he was lying through his teeth. About a lot of things.

“I also can’t believe you’re on f**king birth control,” Callum went on.

Sonia’s body started and her eyes snapped to his.

“What?” she asked.

“Baby doll, don’t you think that’s something you should have told me?”

“I assumed you assumed I was taking care of it,” she replied.

“What I assumed was, when you weren’t feeling yourself because my mother and your guardian were conspiring to titrate you off that f**king poison so your wolf could come out, you were pregnant with my pup. So when you died, I thought our pup died with you.”

Sonia felt her face get soft as she moved into her husband and put her hand on his chest. “Cal, I’m so sorry. I thought you knew.”

“Ryon mentioned it in passing months ago but that doesn’t negate the fact you didn’t. I didn’t know you were wolf. You weren’t having regular human cycles. What the f**k was I supposed to think?”

Suddenly, Sonia felt her brows draw together. “How did this swing around to me?”

Callum scowled at her brows then into her eyes. “Baby doll, you died in my arms. This is not something I’ll forget ever and you can’t know this and won’t for fifty, one hundred, two hundred years but our forever is a long… f*cking… time. With you, I’ll add, I thought I lost our child.”

“It wasn’t me conspiring to hide my wolf self,” she returned. “I didn’t even know I had one! And anyway, a husband and wife discuss when they’re going to start a family. If you wanted to start having pups, maybe you should have talked to me about it. I’ll admit, I made assumptions, wolf, but you did too.”

His scowl getting scarier, Callum leaned into her. “Don’t call me wolf when you’re pissed, wolf.”

“Don’t you call me wolf when you’re pissed, either,” she got up on her toes to get closer to his face and finished, “wolf.”

“Do you two want to quit arguing so we can get this done and maybe kill Gregor and, possibly, Yuri so you two can get on the plane and go on your honeymoon?” Ryon called from the door they’d exited and Sonia whirled to him.

“No one’s killing Gregor or Yuri,” she snapped.

“We’ll see about that,” Callum bit out as he stalked by her, grabbing her hand as he went and dragging her with him as he prowled back into his study where everyone, Regan, Gregor, Yuri, Lucien, Leah, Calder and Caleb were all waiting.

Sonia followed him but announced upon entry to the room, “By the way, wolf, I want to start having pups immediately.”

“Oh, Sonny, how exciting!” Regan cried but Callum let her hand go, whirled on her and glowered at her.

“No f**king way. I’ve got you for eternity. I’m enjoying you for at least a hundred years before we introduce more mayhem into our lives.”

“Children aren’t mayhem,” Sonia retorted.

“Yes they are. You like your shoes, baby doll, and werewolf pups like chewing.”

Oh good goodness. She hadn’t thought of that.

She bit her lip. Callum’s eyes dropped to her mouth and his scowl got even scarier.

“Stop being adorable,” he ordered.

Sonia quit biting her lip and exclaimed, “I’m not being adorable!”