”Is it their fault they’re not royal blood?! Is that what this was about? Is this because you’re sour about two of the surviving pups not being part of the royal line? You know as well as I do that you were manipulative to me. I don’t care what you do from now on. Tell Lucaya; I don’t care! I am in no way punishing you.” Her words slipped out as quickly as he could bark them back. "No, it's your fault! I could care less about the royal line, but I'm apart of it and as will any children I raise! They're not mine, so they will go, they won't be raised by me! This is all to punish me, first I get handed a dumb bimbo who claims she can't see a thread on her leading her somewhere when you said before you know what the thread is! Then I find out not only is she already a used up, washed up, hardly mother who couldn't even keep track of her own kids, but she let some other random f u c k-nut use her, mind you, while still connected to me! But now, you birth that random dog's children with mine?! And demand I be okay with it or leave?! Of course f u c king not! You manipulated me first, with the "boo-hoo, where's my kids, my mate died and I just let someone sleep with me even though you're my soulmate but please love me and give me more children I'll lose"!"
He found with every sentence he had gotten louder and louder, not caring who had heard his angry outburst. ”I am choosing all of you, or at least I tried. I never said I chose them over our children. I was defending them against your insults-” Her sentence stopped mid as he snapped the thread that connected them. His snarl formed into a toothy smile, a threatening one. "What have you done, you buffoonish bastard?” He spat a chuckle. "You can't have all of us -- You chose wrong, get out of Hawthorne with your bastards. You're a piss poor excuse of a mate, and a horrible basket case of a mother." He said through a shaky growl as he exhaled. "Fine. I’ll take these two and leave the rest with you. After all that you’ve done, I’m not sure that they’ll be any better than you.”
He watched her, her hip check into his body wasn't much to move him aside from a push as he stood much larger than her. He snapped his jaws aiming for her back leg in a vicious snarl. Hopefully she'd fall forward with the bastards in her grip. He sidestepped over-top of his children, his head hanging low. "At least I'll know where they are and they won't be w h o r es like their mother. You better leave Hawthorne, Daneliya. You, them, and your little chewtoy --" A low growl escaped from his throat, bellowing loudly. "Because I'll kill you all if you don't."
"Oh sweetheart, oh sweetheart, you're breaking my heart . . ."
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