Chapter 92
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When I return to the mansion after a long hunt, I have a deer with me. The plan is to show it to Crow and eat the deer in my wolf form so the nutrients go to my breastmilk. This is a tradition that almost every wolf family has-eat good meat to prepare our young, but my good mood disappears as soon as I walk in through the door.
Duncan is standing in the hallways with his back facing me. He has taken off his jacket and is currently busy hanging up one of his many deers on a meathook. The bastard just had to outshine me by taking more than one. Fucking jerk. I glare at him and fight away every horny thought when his muscles ripple as he stretches.
I clear my throat loudly, causing Duncan to turn around. His eyes widen slightly when he sees the deer I’m dragging behind me.
“Impressive catch,” he says. “Looks like you haven’t lost your touch after all.”
I bristle at his slightly condescending tone. Even his compliment feels like an insult, as if he’s surprised I could manage to bring down a deer on my own.
“Of course, I haven’t lost my touch,” I snap, dropping the deer carcass on the floor with a thud. “I’m still a huntress and perfectly able to take down a deer even after all that my body has been through.”
Duncan opens his mouth but then thinks better of it and shuts it. Good. I hang off my jacket and pick up the deer from the floor, throwing it over my shoulder before heading off to the nursery. Crow is with my mother, and even though she and I aren’t on good terms right now, I’m grateful that she is willing to watch my son when I need it.
I stride into the nursery with the deer slung over my shoulder, my head held high. My mother looks up from where she sits, rocking Crow, her eyebrows raising at the sight of my kill.
“I see the hunt was successful,” she remarks, her tone carefully neutral. “Did Duncan help you carry it home?”
My jaw clenches at her question. Of course, she would assume I needed Duncan’s help. “No, I caught and carried this one all by myself,” I say, a sharp edge to my voice. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not some helpless damsel who needs a big, strong Alpha to provide for me.”
My mother sighs, shifting Crow in her arms. “Blair, no one thinks you’re helpless. But there’s no shame in accepting help, especially from your mate and the father of your child.”
I bristle, setting the deer down none too gently. “He’s not my mate. Not anymore.”
“You two are still bound by the Moon Goddess. That’s not something you can just ignore.”
“Watch me,” I mutter stubbornly, reaching for Crow, who is kicking with his legs as if wanting to be reunited with me. “Would you mind giving me my son?”
My mother reluctantly hands over my son, and I bring the little fussing terrorist to my breast. As he latches on and begins to nurse, I feel some of the tension leave my body.
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I’ve heard of mothers experiencing anxiety nursing, but that’s not me. Holding my son and feeling him nurse from me grounds me. It also reminds me of what’s truly important in life-my baby. I may have lost status and strength, but I still have Crow. He is my reason for everything now.
My mother watches us, her expression softening slightly. “Blair, I know you’re hurting and angry. But shutting Duncan out completely isn’t the answer. Crow needs his father.”
“I’m not keeping them apart,” I say defensively. “Duncan can see Crow whenever he wants. I would never use our son as a weapon.”
“But you’re not exactly making it easy for him either, are you?” she prods gently. “By keeping him at arm’s length, you’re denying Crow the chance to have a real family.”
I look away, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. Why is my mother always taking Duncan’s side?
Tears prick at my eyes, but I blink them back furiously. “Why are you always on his side?” I demand, my voice wavering despite my best efforts. “I’m your daughter. Shouldn’t you be supporting me?”
My mother’s face hardens, and that’s the last straw. I’m not going to allow her to sit in my room and be my worst enemy when I already feel like crap.
“Get out,” I growl, knowing she is going to hurt me if she stays for another second.
My mother doesn’t even argue. She gets up from her spot, but right when I think she is going to leave without opening her big mouth, she does.
“Blair, I am trying to support you,” she says, even though we both know that’s not the truth. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to coddle you and tell you only what you want to hear.”
My eyes narrow. “You’ve never coddled me, so don’t even give me that crap.”
She doesn’t respond to that. Of course, she doesn’t. Instead, she smoothes down her skirts and changes the subject like the freaking robot she is.
“Sooner or later, you’re going to have to deal with your feelings instead of lashing out.”
With that, she turns and walks out, leaving me alone with Crow-perfect; I don’t want to look at her face for another minute, or I’m going to lose my mind.
I clutch my son tighter to my chest, fighting back the sobs that want to break free. Why does everyone think they know what’s best for me? Why can’t they see how much I’m hurting, how lost I feel?
I finish nursing Crow and place him back in his crib, gently stroking his soft cheek. “You don’t think mama is weak, do you? You’re not judging me, right?”
Crow gurgles and smiles up at me, his tiny hand wrapping around my finger. His pure, innocent love washes over me, soothing the ragged edges of my heart. At least with my son, I don’t have to pretend to be strong or put up walls. He accepts me exactly as I am.
I stay with Crow until he drifts off to sleep. As a mother, I find peace in watching the steady rise and fall of his little chest. But as soon as I step out of the nursery, the weight of the world comes crashing down.
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What kind of life am I even living right now? What are my future goals? Getting stronger? If that’s what I want, how do I achieve that? By calling Noah? Perhaps some training with the time-traveling Alpha could help
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