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“So, are you going to make me ask, or are you going to tell me where they came from?”

“Gannon and Liam dropped them to me here; now I know I have a full schedule, but they are no-fuss. I can still do my tasks. And I will keep them in line…” Clarice gushes, and I touch her shoulder, stopping her.

“You can keep them, Clarice,” I tell her, knowing her too well. She loves kids, and I will never turn away a child. Clarice lets out a breath.

“Thank you, Kyson,” she murmurs. “They really are good little boys, timid but sweet.” Her eyes sparkle as they rush back out with flour andcocoa in their arms.

“Will you help?” Oliver asks, and Clarice goes to excuse me, but I shake my head.

“Of course,” I tell him, scooping up the boy. He is almost weightless, and I look at Clarice, who ruffles his curly locks and smiles sadly.

“Where?” I ask her.

“Where do you think?” she asks, and I nod. Looking at Logan, I notice a few lash marks on his shoulder where his shirt slipped down a bit.

“Gannon took care of it,” Clarice answers.

“Yes, I know he would have, but someone needs to take care of that Alpha,” I tell her, and she nods once.

“I will see to it,” I tell her while turning my attention to the angelic little boy in my arms. Someone definitely needs to take care of that Alpha.

“And I will have you moved into one of the bigger guest quarters to accommodate the boys, too,” I tell her.

“Thank you, Kyson,” she says, smiling at the boys who are excitedly waiting for her to make more batter.

Chapter Forty-Three

Every muscle aches when I wake the following day. Kyson is nowhere to be seen, and his side of the bed is cold. Sticking my head out from under the blanket, I groan when I see the mess I made. I know I made it because I have not seen Kyson make a den once since being here. He must get sick of having to replace all the bed linens and his clothes. But as I stick my head out, I want to curl back inside my den.

As tempting as that is, I know I can’t stay in bed all day or what is left of the day, so I force myself out of bed. Only when I do, my legs give out from under me, pain ricocheting up my spine and twisting throughout every muscle. Bad enough, we had to go through the heat, but to suffer afterward seemed beyond cruel. Hobbling over to the door, I stick my head out, keeping my naked body behind the door. I find Damian standing there in front of my door. I was hoping to see Dustin, but right now, I couldn’t care less as long as he can help.

“My Queen,” he says with a swift nod before turning his attention to me. He looks through the gap in the doorbehind me.

“Is everything alright?” he asks.

“Have you seen Kyson?”

“He is in the kitchen. I can go get him if you like?”

I shake my head. If he is in the kitchen, surely he will be back sometime soon.

“No, it’s fine, but can you ask Doc for some painkillers?”

“Ah, I see. Certainly,” he says, touching my forehead. His hand feels cold against my skin. “You’re still a little warm,” he says, his brows pinching together before sniffing the air.

“Yet you’re not in heat, must be after-effects. I will go see what I can find. It will probably ease off when Kyson returns, just the bond fretting, so not to worry,” he says, and I shut the door.

I half wish I could just be a regular werewolf. They didn’t seem to fret or have these bizarre compulsions. Growing up knowing one thing only to find out you’re something else entirely really makes things confusing. How can I fret for someone I just saw? It makes no sense to me. I make my way to the bathroom. My legs tremble as I stand outside the water spray while waiting for the water to heat‌. I step under the water as soon as it does, hoping the added heat will loosen my aching bones and wash the tension away.

Hearing a knock on the door roughly five minutes later, Damian announces himself, and I sing out from the bathroom to let him know it’s okay to come in. He stops next to the bathroom door with his back to me.

“I set some pills on the bedside table. There is already a water bottle there,” he tells me.

“Thank you,” I tell him, rinsing the soap suds out of my hair.

“Anything else, My Queen?”

“Azalea! Did the king say anything about Dustin?” I ask nervously before rubbing my eyes and looking at his back just outside the door.

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