Chapter 23

Calvin's POV I placed my sons gently on the bed, carefully pulling the covers over them. Their eyes fluttered open briefly. "Dad..." they murmured sleepily. "Dad's here," I assured them, my voice automatically softening in a way it did only for them. Seeing me, they drifted back to sleep instantly. I watched them for a moment, Cyra's protective instincts surging through me. My wolf had always been fiercely protective of our pups, even when I'd been too consumed with work and pack politics to show it properly. I headed to the bathroom for a cold shower, needing to clear my head. The alcohol wasn't affecting me anymore. A wolf's metabolism burns through it quickly, but the cold water helped dull the rage still coursing through my veins. The way she trembled under my touch brought back memories of our first night together. Her perfect body, those full lips parting in pleasure, those mesmerizing eyes clouded with desire... God, she was beautiful. Even more beautiful now than she was three