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“Yeah, they are black and white, and sometimes hang outside my window and I give them treats. Don’t go near and pet them. They throw stink at you if you scare ‘em.”

I tried to contain my laughter, but my body shook. “My little fairy, that is a skunk.”

She grunted. “No, it’s a fart squirrel.”

I rolled my eyes and let her be. Soon after, I fell into a light sleep, because I would not have her running off without me again.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Calliope

Valpar snarled and hurledhis body on top of me. “Stay down!”

A scream pierced the air, causing me to shout in surprise. Valpar growled and tightened his body around me. The screaming behind him didn’t stop the shrill, high-pitched scream.

I screamed, too, because I recognized that scream. Panic rose to my throat because my mother had just walked in on Valpar and me… completely naked!

“What the fuck!” I heard my dad’s voice come through it all. “Whose ass is that!?”

What? This juicy biscuit?“It’s my mate’s! Don’t kill him!” I shouted.

Huh, I did not see this coming.

Probably should have, since this is my parents’ house, and I didn’t really believe they would stay a whole month away from me.

Valpar forcefully twisted my body, positioning me right in front of him. As I moved, the soft fabric of the blanket trailed along my body, providing a thin shield to protect my nakedness.

The sound of Valpar’s heavy panting trailed down my neck, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. His grip tightened around one of his menacingly large daggers, the cold steel gently touching my arm reminding me he was in protection mode.

So hot.

“No one will kill me or touch my female!” Valpar hissed.

My mom was restrained by my dad, his face wearing a smirk reminiscent of my uncles. I could see the amusement in his eyes. Meanwhile, my mom’s face reflected sheer terror. Her complexion had turned pale, and her mouth agape wide enough to let a pixie sit inside.

“What in Hera’s name is going on? Birch, get that thing away from Calliope!” She struggled in his hold, her body trembling with anger as she tried to get free.

Birch held onto her tighter. “I don’t think there is a problem here, Theresa.”

Mom screamed, again. She jumped and squirmed in his arms. “What do you mean, there is no problem? He’s got her tied to him!”

Birch looked at the ribbon, which wasn’t a strong material anyway and frowned. He let go of Theresa and put his hand to his hip, which held a sheathed knife.

Uh oh.

“Wait, wait!” I held out my hands, but Valpar grabbed them back.

He gripped me by my waist and lifted me, his dick was hard, despite the circumstances, and I groaned when Mom screeched again, her hands slapping her face.

“Cut it off!”

Nope, can’t do that.

“Mom! He’s my mate! I swear to you!” I held onto Valpar’s forearms to steady me.

Birch eyed Valpar up and down with a slightly skeptical look. “Osirus did say that Calliope had found her mate. Let’s hear them out.”

Theresa shook her head. “Not to an orc, there is no way she is mated to this green monstrosity!”

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