Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: The Talk (Wolf Edition)

Two days later.

Lord Rurik Jaeger sat in his massive leather chair, looking down at his son.

Vali sat on a stool, his feet dangling, looking defiant. He was clutching a squeaky toy that looked suspiciously like a carrot.

"Vali," Rurik rumbled, his voice deep and serious. "We need to discuss... yesterday."

Vali hugged the carrot toy tighter. "I was helping! Prim said we needed to organize the boxes!"

"Balthazar reported that you were supposed to be helping Lady Primrose with the Festival decorations," Rurik sighed, rubbing his temples. "Instead, he found you trying to stuff Clover into a crate of streamers. Why?"

"To keep her," Vali stated simply. "The Festival is big. Too many people. I needed to put her in a safe box. Like a bone."

Rurik closed his eyes. It was pure, unfiltered wolf instinct. Find precious thing. Hide precious thing. Growl at anyone who comes near.

"Vali," Rurik said, leaning forward. "You cannot... hoard the bunny. Clover is a person. She is not a decoration. And she is a Prey species. Do you know what happens when a Wolf tries to pack a Bunny into a dark crate?"

"We play?" Vali guessed. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"She faints," Rurik corrected. "She thinks you are going to eat her for a festival snack."

"I wouldn’t!" Vali looked offended. "I promised Prim! No eating friends!"

"Then you must stop... looming," Rurik said. "And you must stop trying to Mark her."

Vali’s ears flattened. "But she smells like flowers. If I don’t lick her, how will the other wolves know she’s mine?"

Rurik froze. There it was. The "M" word.

"She is not yours, Vali," Rurik said firmly. "You are five years old. You do not have a mate. You have a... playdate."

"What’s the difference?"

"About twenty years and a dowry," Rurik grunted. "Listen to me. Wolves are... intense. We scare people. If you want Clover to like you, you cannot just grab her. You have to be..."

Rurik struggled with the word.

"...Gentle."

Vali tilted his head. "Gentle? Like... how you are with Prim?"

Rurik choked. "I—I am very gentle with Primrose!"

"You tried to lick her neck and she ran away," Vali pointed out mercilessly. "And then you brought her a dead pig. Prim screamed."

"It was a Boar!" Rurik roared, defending his honor. "It was a high-value offering!"

"Jasper says you have zero game," Vali said, parroting the snake cub. "He says you rely on ’brute force intimidation tactics’."

Rurik stood up, outraged. "That Snake-brat said that? I’ll turn him into a belt!"

"See?" Vali pointed a claw at his dad. "Not gentle."

Rurik stopped. He looked at his tiny, white-haired son, who was basically a mirror image of his own aggressive, clumsy heart.

He sighed, deflating.

"We are wolves, Vali," Rurik said quietly. "We are not good at ’gentle.’ But... for them... we have to try. Or they will run away."

Vali looked down at his carrot toy. He squeezed it. Squeak.

"So..." Vali whispered. "No biting?"

"No biting," Rurik agreed.

"No putting her in boxes?"

"No boxes."

"Can I still growl at people who are mean to her?"

Rurik smirked, a flash of pride crossing his face. "Yes. That is permitted. That is protection."

Vali nodded, hopping off the stool. "Okay. I will go practice ’Gentle’."

He marched toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Rurik asked.

"To find Clover," Vali yelled, breaking into a run. "I’m gonna give her a rock! Gently!"

Rurik watched him go. He rubbed his jaw, thinking of a certain silver-haired fox.

Gentle, he thought. Maybe I should try flowers next time. Instead of organ meat.

He stood up. He had a florist to intimidate.

The Jaeger carriage rumbled through the streets of the Merchant District. It was a massive, black, armored vehicle that looked like it was designed to drive through a wall rather than visit a playdate.

Inside, Balthazar sat stiffly, brushing lint off his pristine black uniform. Beside him, Vali was vibrating so hard he was blurring.

"Young Master," Balthazar sighed, his grey ears twitching. "Please cease the oscillation. You are wrinkling your tunic."

"I need a rock!" Vali barked, pressing his face against the glass. "Dad said ’Gentle.’ Dad said ’Gifts.’ But flowers die. Rocks are forever!"

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