Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“I see.” Branson is quiet for a long time and I don’t rush his thoughts. I’m too busy staring into the fireplace and wishing I could see Sunny, just one more time.
“So you say that you think she might be a Repressed Omega?” he asks at last. Branson isn’t a Were—he’s pure human. But my father trusted him implicitly, so he knows all our family secrets as well as our history as Weres.
“Yes, I think she really could be,” I say. “If I’m right, her first Heat Cycle is on the way and she’s going to need to be bred.”
“That could be an opportunity for you, Sir,” Branson points out. “If she reaches a certain point where her, er, need outweighs her aversion, you might be able to reason with her then.”
“There’s no reasoning with a Were bitch in heat, Branson,” I say flatly. “There’s nothing but fucking—breeding. And I don’t want to do that to her without explaining what happened first.”
“But you fear she won’t want to speak to you or read any letters or emails you send?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Sunny doesn’t like liars. She hates me now for what I did and I don’t really blame her. She’s sweet, but she can hold a grudge. I don’t think she’ll forgive me.”
“Well, it seems to me that all we can do is watch the situation and keep an eye on her to see if she starts exhibiting outward signs of having Were blood,” Branson says.
“That’s what I was trying to do.” I rake a hand through my hair. “I was waiting to see if her breasts filled with nectar. If they did, I was going to explain everything to her—not just the Were part but also the fact that I wasn’t really her brother.”
“I can put a tail on her,” Branson offers. “Someone to keep an eye and see if she’s showing any signs. Perhaps another Were, who can smell it if her scent changes?”
“That’s a good idea.” I nod slowly. “But make sure it’s a female Were,” I add darkly. “I can’t fucking stand the idea of some other male breeding her.”
“I can do that,” Branson says. “I’ll have someone go there immediately. If she does go into—what do you call it? ‘Breeding Fever’—then I’ll have you informed at once. You can decide what to do from there.”
“Thank you, Branson.” I sigh tiredly. “I guess that’s the best we can do for now. Of course, she still might turn out to be human, but I doubt it—I think she has Were blood for sure.”
“We’ll soon see,” Branson murmurs. “The full moon isn’t that far off.”
“I know.” I shake my head. “God, I should have told her earlier. But I wanted to wait until I could Shift and prove it to her so she didn’t think I was crazy.”
“Hindsight, as they say, Sir, is twenty-twenty.” Branson rises and places a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Take courage—this too shall pass. I do believe it will work out in the end.”
I wish I had his confidence. But at least talking to him has put my mind slightly more at ease.
“Thanks, Branson,” I tell him.
But what should I do if Sunny suddenly goes into Breeding Fever? Should I bring her here to my mansion and breed her myself? The Moon Goddess knows I want to, but would she ever trust me again after that?
I just don’t know—I don’t know anything. I guess I’ll have to play this situation as it goes and just hope for the best.
In the meantime, there’s nothing to do but wait.
32
SUNNY
The next week is possibly one of the worst of my life and that’s including the time I spent grieving after first Nan, then Daddy and then Momma passed. I hate the man who pretended to be my brother. But at the same time, I can’t deny it—I miss him.
Fake Kane, as I’ve started calling him in my mind, seemed so sweet and kind. He was so understanding—we could talk for hours and never run out of things to say. And then there was the way he made me feel…sexually.
Now that he’s gone, I’m having a hard time admitting what I did with him. What was wrong with me, acting like that when I thought he was my brother? Did I go crazy for a little while? He just felt so right to me—like we belonged together. Which is insane, right?
Of course, I have to explain to Cookie that Fake Kane wasn’t who he said and that he’d been lying to all of us. Cookie is sympathetic and tells me not to worry about it—it’s not my fault. He offers to get me someone else to help with the pies in the morning, but I tell him no. I’d rather be alone—it would be too painful to work with someone else now that Fake Kane is gone.