Chapter 122: Ghosts and First Dates
Chapter 122: Ghosts and First Dates
Vivian’s POV"And about the kids," he continued, his tone softening, "I’ve spent most of my existence watching others build families, create memories. I’ve never had much interaction with children, but if they’re ours? If they’re a piece of you? Then I’d be honored, Vivian."
He paused and moved his large hand up to gently brush some stray hair away from my face. I stared up at him, the undeniable tenderness in his gaze softening something tight and anxious deep inside my chest.
"So again, it’s entirely your choice. If you want kids, you’ve got a willing contestant hell, I’m the only contestant that matters anyway," he said, a small, playful smile gracing his lips.
I blushed like an embarrassed schoolgirl.
Strangely, I started to feel like myself again maybe not entirely, but the edges of who I was before all this chaos were finally starting to return. I wasn’t ready to forgive him completely. Not yet. But... people mess up.
No one messes up quite like Zaliver, of course, but still. He was trying. Changing, even.
Then, out of absolute nowhere, my inner wolf’s territorial streak won, and I growled, "And yes, I know you’ve slept with a lot of women."
He frowned, his brows knitting together.
Well. That thoroughly killed the tender moment.
I turned away and gave him my back, my pride slightly wounded.
"I don’t see why you’re upset," he muttered behind me. "It’s not like you didn’t already know."
"No female wants to hear that the dick meant for her has been in other women!" I snapped before I could stop myself.
My wolf howled in hysterical laughter inside my head. "You go girl!" she cheered enthusiastically.
"Oh, shut it," I muttered back to her under my breath.
As soon as those outrageous words tumbled out of my mouth, regret hit me like a sharp slap to the face. Not because I didn’t mean them, but because I had said them aloud. Out loud. Why in the world did I say that out loud? Goddess, take me now.
The silence that followed was suffocating. Zaliver didn’t say a single word for what felt like forever. Uncomfortably, agonizingly long. My heart thudded in my chest as the quiet stretched on, smothering every last ounce of boldness I had left.
Then, his deep voice cut through the air like a sharp blade.
"Are... are you jealous of women who meant nothing to me? Women I only used to relieve myself?" he asked, his voice low and tight with sudden anger.