Page 35 of His Undercover Wolf

Xavier and I looked at each other and he shrugged. He had a kind of ‘what can we do, they’re both adults?’ expression on his face.

“Yep and staying that way but I could be persuaded to join you for dinner, and a fuck could be on the table.”

Cillian held his hand out. “Give me your phone and I’ll add in my number. Text me with your address and I’ll pick you up at 7 pm.” Zarina dropped her phone into his palm, he did what was needed and handed it back. “I’ll look forward to fucking you until you don’t know which way is up.”

I sighed but admitted to myself the pair were perfectly matched and pushed to my feet. “I have to go and sort things out at Central.”

Xavier stood and pressed a kiss to my lips before he and Cillian walked Zarina and I to the elevator.

“I’ll call you,” Xavier stated before the elevator door slid closed and we descended toward the ground.

Zarina and I had driven to the building in separate cars, and when we reached them, we hugged.

“You’re invited to dinner tomorrow night too. Aodhan wants your opinion on them.”

“I’ll be there. Talk to you before then. Love you, Ots.”

“Love you too and thank you for your help. Be gentle with Cillian. He comes across as being confident and a little wild, but he’s a good man.”

Zarina nodded before we both climbed into our cars and drove away.

Epilogue

Xavier

Two years later.

I looked over at Otsanawho was lying on a lounger beside me on the grassy strip bordering the sand of Waikiki Beach. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined loving a woman as much as I did my bride.

We had begun dating after she had saved my life and although her brother and sister-in-law had accepted us easily, Otsana’s parents and other members of the pack had been wary. I’d done everything I could to assure them I wasn’t a threat and neither was my best friend.

Slowly, ever so slowly, they began to accept us both and their attitude had done a complete U-turn when a crazed gunman had broken into Otsana’s home, the wrong home as it turned out. The man had bene looking for his ex-girlfriend who lived in a house two doors further down the street. Cillian and I had turned up with Zarina at the right time and disarmed the nutcase but not before I’d taken a bullet to the shoulder and Cillian had taken one to his hip. It proved to the pack we would go to great lengths to protect our women and the pack had considered us allies ever since.

I danced my fingers over Otsana’s swollen belly. There were three months of her pregnancy to go and she glowed with good health. I’d been extremely happy when she’d given up work three months earlier, knowing she’d be safe for the rest of her pregnancy.

We’d found out a few months earlier we were expecting twins which was exciting for everyone involved as twins were apparently rare among wolves. The decision was made to wait until the babies were born to find out their sex, a decision that was respected but disappointed our families and close friends.

Otsana had insisted on decorating their nursery in mostly white as parents back in the 40s, 50s, and 60s had done, saying she would purchase items in blue or pink after their births. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t afford for Otsana to purchase whatever she preferred.

I smiled as I thought back to our conversation. After Otsana had told me of her preference, I’d asked why our children couldn’t be dressed in bright colors, spots, stripes, and a combination of all. Cillian and Zarina had been with us at the time and listened intently since Zarina was in the late stage of her pregnancy and I knew the couple had been buying bright colors for their expected son.

Otsana had been tactful, keeping in mind Zarina’s preferences, but firm when she answered.“They are babies, pure and innocent and deserve to be dressed in the purest of white, pale lemon, blue, or pink, at least for the first couple of months of their lives.”

Zarina argued there were gorgeous clothes in bright colors now and there was no need to be so conservative. She believed dressing her son in bright colors would make others happy when she was out and about with him.

Otsana, always conservative in how she dressed, and old fashioned in her thinking had snapped back saying,“They are babies, not circus clowns to be dressed in a way they provide pleasure for ogling strangers.”

Cillian and I weren’t stupid, we stayed out of the conversation, and after the ladies agreed to respect each other’s opinions, the discussion ended.

I knew nothing about babies and to be honest, could see both sides of the argument. I was proud of Otsana for standing up for her beliefs and values while respecting Zarina would do things differently. There was no doubt that the she-wolf, who was such a huge part of Otsana’s identity, would be as fiercely protective of our children as she was of me and others she loved. I looked forward to learning if our children inherited the wolf gene and my beautiful wife’s shifting ability.

Otsana struggled to sit up on the lounge , and my offer to help was met with a glare, and I had enough sense to remain put. After a lot of huffing and puffing, she managed to pull herself into position.

“I don’t know why you wanted me to wear a bikini, I look and feel like a beached whale. I’ll be so glad when this pair arrive.” She caressed her stomach lovingly. “Ooh, they’re feisty this afternoon.”

Otsana reached for my hand and positioned it on her belly, keeping hers over the top to hold it in place. A strong kick had our hands bouncing and I laughed.

“That’s a soccer player for sure,” I announced.

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