Chapter 75

“For our son, I’ll try. This isn’t for you. Not one little bit,” Bethany whispers as a multitude of tears collect and flood from her eyes, cascading in torrents onto the overstretched t-shirt she wore, “speaking of which. He needs a name. I’m sick to death of calling him him , we need to give him a name soon.”

Absolutely shocked, and once again, in awe of Bethany’s altruism; I know if the wolf gods intended for us to be mated, it would be that way, and I know Virginia is perfectly suited for me, but sometimes I wonder whether Bethany has the patience, the civility, the understanding that one needs to handle and put up with stupidity and childish behaviours such as mine. I don’t get the ways of the world but it’s obvious, I believe anyway, that everything happens for a reason.

Neither my brother nor my mate deserve to put up with an idiot such as I, but they have stuck by me despite my continuous indiscretions and I now have to change my ways and prove I can be the man they need