Page 71 of Rejected Mate

Holy crap!

I realized that if Husk hadn't come when he did, then I may have suffocated Fire with my breast. It wasn't the first time that I'd fallen asleep breastfeeding, and I worried that it wouldn't be the last. I didn't want to lose a cub, especially because of my own carelessness.

"Maybe you just need to start thinking about giving them the formula too." Husk folded his arms with a frown. Before, his expression would bother me. Annoy me even. But in the time we'd spent together, I learned that he couldn't help but be serious all the time, and it didn't mean he was judging me, merely expressing his feelings. A quality that I have learned to love.

I shook my head at the idea of it, but I knew he was right. Our cubs were six months old, and the doctor did say for triplets that if I could keep it up for three months it would be ideal. I'd gone longer, but I still felt like a failure. I gave him a fake smile, knowing that he was taking Fire and was about to give him some of the expressed milk. It was something he did all the time, whenever I felt weak, as I did right now.

Husk bent down and took Fire from my arms, kissing me before easing our son onto his shoulder and walking him to the crib to join his siblings.

I used my magic to help me stand up, and as he walked in the direction of the kitchen, I moved toward our bedroom. It was then that I knew I wasn't moving alone. There was someone with me, and I felt a gentle hand touch my back.

"Fuck! I messed up the dates. I'm so disorganized. Why am I so damn disorganized?"

Mayia shook her head and then she smiled at me. She was trying to calm me down, as I'd used whatever little energy I had and exhausted myself once again. This time I was worried that my magic couldn't help me, not in the least.

"It doesn't matter."

She rushed to my side to support me, as my legs started to get weak.

"They're your mates. They're worried about you. You're trying to be mom of the year and communication manager of the packs. You can't do it all. You need to rest, so they called me here to talk to you."

I hated the idea of them going behind my back, but they were right. She moved me toward the bench in the hallway and I let my butt gently sit down. I was past tired. I was exhausted, not able to move by myself.

"I think I need to let go of work," I said as she took my hand, helping me get up and taking me to my room.

"I don't like the idea of it. I had to take it on. If I didn't then the packs wouldn't trust me, and they needed to trust me."

She drew in a deep breath as if she had something profound to say, something that I wouldn't like hearing.

"Look, you're not responsible for your parents' actions or what they were trying to do. Stop thinking and feeling as if you are. Just give yourself a break; you're too hard on yourself."

Yeah, it was easier said than done.

"All I know is that it's nice that you and Husk have come so far."

It was as if Mayia had read my mind when she said that. I was thinking of the past. And every time I was tired and nostalgic, as I was right now, the only thing that would enter my mind was regret.

"We had to, especially after he sacrificed himself for me. It was an eye opener. I would have expected Winter or even Sky to do it. But it was Husk."

A smile appeared on my face as I recalled the time I'd realized how much I loved him.

"Besides, we just grew as individuals and lovers too, which is why we're parents now—all four of us. It helped us accept the good and bad things about each other. Something I never thought would be possible with Husk."

She chuckled. "It's all good. And as you said before, his animal magnetism between the sheets doesn't hurt."

I winked at her. "With Husk, it's not always between the sheets."

We both chuckled and didn't say more about the subject. As they say, walls have ears. And so do wolves. I could smell their scents; they were all home, and I didn't want my other mates to get jealous. They satisfied me in different ways, and I knew I was lucky to get so many different kinds of pleasure.

We reached my bedroom door. As much as I hated to let her down, there was no way I could go to the bar, or do anything else, with her. We still occasionally went to the bar we used to meet at. Maybe once I stopped breastfeeding, then I would feel like a drink, but right now I was too paranoid about everything I ate, let alone drank.

"I really wish that we could go out, but…"

"No way, I'm seeing you into bed and tucking you in. I'm going to take care of you," she insisted.

"I have three men who do that. Besides, I would love for us to go out for a drink or a meal, not just a soda in the bar."

"You have three babies, your mates, a casino to run, and you're the communication manager. There's only so much you can do."

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