Bringing himself back to the present, Reyland pursed his lips and fixed a sorrowful gaze on the she-wolf weeping silently in front of him.
Again. The second she-wolf for the day.
“If we are mated, what would that life be for you? Forget about me. What would it be like for YOU?” he pressed, softening his tone; his palms open toward Anna as he posed his questions.
“When you see those you love, how heavy would your heart be?”
“Or do you plan to build a harem? Would it be secret, or would we discuss things, like we are now, so that you have a clear conscience when you start it up?” he continued animatedly as he waved his left, then his right arm, punctuating each scenario.
“Then what would be next? If I am unable to impreg–” he pushed, his tone more insistent.
“You are not unable, Rey,”
