Page 125 of His Wild Attraction

Zaika moya was going to have a lot to make up for after this.

“Dad, you’re going to wear out the floor,” Michaela, my beautiful daughter said, rolling her eyes at me before looking back at her phone.

“Ad, can I get you something?” Marat offered, and I shook my head.

The whole family was there. I took a moment and just looked around the private waiting room. This was the whole Volkov Clan.

Sofia’s Nonna sat in a corner with Andres’ mother Nancy. They were oohing and aaahing over photos of little Julia’s first steps. Andres’ third daughter had been born just under a year ago, and she was now napping in her carriage while her mama was busy wrangling their other little ones.

Meredith and Josef were sitting with their brood, patiently reading stories to their four little redheaded angels.

Marat and Destiny were busy helping their twins with long division, a nightmare of a process I didn’t relish having to go through again.

“Mom is going to be okay, right?” Michaela asked, and I held out my arm to my almost-teenaged daughter.

“Of course. Zaika moya is a warrior. And you take after her,” I told my precious.

Ten years between siblings was a lot. I should know. Yes, I worried about my wife and the new baby she was currently bringing into the world, but I knew she would be great.

Everything that woman did was great.

I didn’t deserve her. Looking at my family, at the Volkov wolves, Marat, Josef, and Andres, I knew we all felt the same.

None of us deserved our wives, or the precious children they gifted us with. But they were ours.

We protected what was ours.

I used to think money was the answer to everything. But I was wrong. So wrong.

It wasn’t money. It was love.

Wild. Passionate. Messy. Obsessive. And everlasting.

“Mr. Volkov, your wife is asking for you,” a nurse said.

My head turned, and I squeezed Michaela once before taking off down the hall.

I would do anything for my wife. Anything.

EPILOGUE FOUR ANDRES

“Another girl!” Marat announced several minutes after Adrik had raced down the hall to his wife’s room.

Applause and congratulations shook the rafters, and I grinned as my wife hugged me tightly.

“You lost the bet, pay up,” I told Marat as he handed me a cigar.

“No way, I bet on him having a girl. You owe me.”

“Nuh uh,” I said, shaking my head.

“Are you guys still doing that stupid bet? I mean, look around you,” Destiny said, shaking her head.

“She’s right. I told you it was stupid. But if you’re too cheap to pay up,” I taunted my cousin, knowing he hated being called cheap.

“Here,” he growled, tossing the half dollar coin at me.

“Wow. Where did you even find that?” Sammy asked, picking it up off the floor.

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