Chapter Seventeen

"When do you want us to start working on a baby?".

I can't help it. The piece of food that had been sliding down my throat regurgitates back aggressively. I have to cover my mouth in a desperate attempt to restore grace as I cough. It takes a while but I collect myself eventually. I reach for the glass of water and take a generous sip. When I look back at Draaven, he's staring at me emptily, as if he can't understand why his question caught me off guard, as if it's perfectly normal to throw questions like that around.

"What???". I ask in disbelief. "Children? What's bringing this about?". He leans back on his chair and stares at me like I'm stupid.

"The pack needs an heir, does it not?".

"Well yes it does but…. it's way too early to discuss things like that".

"It is? And why do you think so? Because this seems like the perfect time to me". He raises one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. As he speaks I can see that he indeed sees absolutely nothing wrong with the situation or his que