Page 48 of Bred By the Wolfman

When the urge to find her grows too strong, I go on a long, punishing run, or head to the gym. I haven’t been working out much at all since I found Dee, and my body has grown weaker in the meantime. I push myself hard for an hour, then two, until I’m panting so heavily my tongue is dripping saliva everywhere. I put more weight on the deadlift than I should, only to realize I’m thirty-seven in three days and I shouldn’t be testing out my limits.

And still, when I get into the shower, it feels like none of the pain or rage or pure, physical need has gone away. I’ve taken some of the edge off, but it still lurks there just underneath the surface like a sea monster. Standing under the hot water I grab my stiff cock in one hand and brace myself against the tile.

It’s easy to close my eyes and picture Dee in my arms, her mouth in a perfect circle, her breasts jiggling with every one of my thrusts. Her body was flawless, her belly gently swelled with me, and I groan as my orgasm grows nearly unbearable. Then it bursts, and I gasp as my cock spurts out one long trail of come after another.

Fuck. My balls don’t feel any better afterwards, and it barely satisfied the animal inside me.

She needs time, that’s all. I just have to hope that once the shock has worn off from finding out Bill and I are the same, she’ll forgive me.

I need to have her and our cub in my life, or I might just lose my mind.

But days pass, and nothing.

I resist the most powerful urge to call her, to message her, to do anything that might put us in contact again. I just want to see her, or hear her voice. I want to know that our cub is doing well.

Anything.

I think about sending her flowers, or even a simple note to let her know I’m thinking about her. I may be an idiot, but I know none of that will help. It will only drive her farther away if I try to bridge the gap between us.

I’ve always been dedicated to my work, but it gets harder and harder to focus. I ask to cash in some of my vacation days because I’m concerned about not giving my patients my full, undivided attention.

“I’ve noticed for a while now that your mood is off,” says the head doctor, a keen vampire with hair graying along her hairline. “Get some rest, Dr. Cohen. I want you all fixed up when you return from your week off.”

I do my best to follow her orders. For the first few days of my “vacation,” I try to go to bed early and sleep in, but it never fails that as soon as the light peers in my window, I’m wide awake and all of my instincts are telling me to find her. Protect her.

Damn it. Is it really just mating hormones driving me towards her?

No. I know Dee now, and that’s how I also know that I love her.

I try to distract myself by seeing friends, but if I’m honest, I’m kind of a drag.

“Wish I could help more,” Caleb says, rubbing the side of his big head. He’s short for a cyclops, but tall compared to the rest of us, and he’s built like two trucks side-by-side. “But we don’t mate. Not like... you guys do.” He gives me a look of pity, and I hate it. “What are you supposed to do when your damn body picks someone who won’t pick you?”

I don’t say it aloud, but I know the answer. Probably die alone and miserable, always feeling like I’m missing a part of myself.

It’s times like these I wish my dad was still alive, so I could ask him what I should do. I don’t even know if I can tell my mother what I did at DreamTogether, much less that I’ve bonded with the human carrying my cub. She always wanted me to have a family, and I think this turn of events might break her heart.

“What are you going to do?” Caleb says after a while. “Anything?”

My shoulders sag helplessly. “What can I do? She made it clear where we stand.” I wrap my hand around the cold beer and sink into the chill of it.

“Well, if it’s meant to be, then she’ll find her way back to you,” he says. I just nod along, saying platitudes to end the conversation, hoping that he’s right but knowing the chance is zero to none.

Just then, my phone buzzes.

It’s Dee. I hurry to open the message so quickly that I almost drop my phone.

Hey. So, there’s an important appointment coming up. Twenty weeks. They’re going to do an ultrasound, and should be able to tell us the sex.

I read the message once, then again, and then a third time just to make sure I understood it.

She’s inviting me to her ultrasound. She’s reaching out to me, offering to include me.

I fall over myself to respond right away.

I would love to come. Date and time, and I’ll be there.

I sound over-eager and needy, but I don’t care. I’ll do anything just to be near her, and this... this would be significant.

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