44. Freya

They say women bear multiple children because the brain can somehow remove the memory of the pain. Or at least dull it enough so that you’re not traumatised into avoiding ever going through it again.

That’s what Zeke’s attempting to achieve now. Swiftly found down in the cells by one of Zeke’s men, the doctor confirmed our baby is unharmed before issuing Zeke a series of lotions.

I hated seeing the barely-concealed horror in their faces as the vile pink nightgown was exchanged for a soft white robe and silk shorts. My eyes were squeezed shut as he examined me, especially the small, tender bump. Those welts were the cruellest.

“Nobody else will see you until you are ready, I swear. I have sent for your mother plus the traditional pack surrender actions are underway too.” Zeke assured me, his voice dark and rich, laced with authority. Another version of the man I love has emerged. Who is this calm, masterful leader?

He is not hopping with rage nor whooping at victory. Instead he loo