Chapter 891 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

And yes, there were cases of same-sex couples, and it’s not that Dayson discriminated against gays, but Dayson was allergic to Mario.

Did Maddox take advantage of Dayson’s absence to dump Tatiana’s irritating assistant here?

Or maybe this was a joke. Surely, Maddox will jump out of somewhere with a camera in his hand, and they will laugh about it… someday. But no one else was nearby, and Dayson had to accept the possibility it was real.

Dayson was thinking about kicking Mario and Neil all the way to the Blue Moon pack. Maybe they can come up with a program to exchange medical personnel. Dayson managed to get rid of Nora and many others at Maddox’s expense; surely, one Mario won’t be a big challenge.

‘Dayson?’ Talia’s voice sounded in Dayson’s head. ‘I’m done.’

‘Coming,’ Dayson responded and rushed to Talia’s room. He will deal with Mario later.

Later that evening…

Dayson and Talia were in their bedroom, and Violet was sleeping in the bassinet. The nursery was set up in Dayson’s old room across the hall, but Talia wanted to keep a close eye on Violet, at least for a few days.

Talia’s maternal instincts were boosted by her paranoia and fear of abandonment. Whenever Violet was out of visual range, Talia was on the verge of panicking, and a baby monitor wouldn’t help much.

The day was over. It started on the beach, and they went to a different realm where they met Astraea and Valerian, and Violet was born, and they appeared in the Shadow Fang pack… checkups, congratulations, calls, and visits from friends and pack members… it was a long day.

Talia spoke to Axel and Yasmin on the phone, sharing the good news. Yasmin and Axel said they would visit the next day. Yasmin knew that Talia was exhausted and that new parents would like some alone time.

Now that the hectic day was over, Dayson and Talia had time to process things.

With the arrival of Violet, they were a family. A true family. That was something none of them had for a long time.

“Will we be alright?” Talia asked Dayson.

“Of course, we will.”

“How can you be so certain?”

Dayson looked into Talia’s eyes seriously. “I will do everything I can to keep you and Vi safe. You know that, right?”

Talia nodded, and he added, “With your powers, who will dare to try harming us?”

“There is always someone stronger,” Talia said.

“If such a person exists, and he dares to mess with us, you can use that necklace, and your mom will kick his ass.”

Talia looked at Dayson dreamily. He was a powerful and willful Alpha, saying his mother-in-law would handle bullies.

Talia placed her palm on his cheek. “You changed, Alpha Dayson Blake.”

Dayson leaned in her touch. “The Moon Goddess blessed me with a mate with whom I don’t need to pretend I don’t care, and I don’t need to try carrying everything. You are my mate, my equal, and I am glad to know that if I slip, you will be there to pick me up. When we are together, I can be Dayson. Just Dayson.”

“I think this is the most romantic thing you ever said to me.”

Dayson smiled smugly, and his eyes darted toward the bassinet where a baby was sleeping soundly.

“How about we continue this conversation in bed?” Dayson suggested.

Talia nodded in agreement and glanced at Violet before wiggling out of Dayson’s embrace.

Talia threw herself on the bed and scrunched her nose.

“What’s wrong?” Dayson asked.

“New bedsheets. New mattress.” She knew that things were new because she messed up the previous ones with blood, but the lack of Dayson’s scent made it foreign and unpleasant. “It doesn’t smell like you.”

Dayson smiled slyly and started unbuttoning his shirt in slow motion. “We can fix that.”

The only thing that would stop Dayson from getting his dose of Talia was if Talia said she was not in the mood.

Travis assured them that Violet and Talia were in perfect condition, and Talia’s emotions confirmed that sex was on.

After a turbulent day, Dayson and Talia craved physical intimacy to release tension and confirm they were together.

Talia watched Dayson undressing, and her brows came together in disapproval.

“What?” Dayson asked.

“Why do you always rip my clothes, but when it comes to you, it’s the opposite?”

Dayson chuckled. “That’s because I am such a tease. I love to make you wait.”

“What if I decided to make you wait?”

‘Pak-pak-pak!’

In less than a second, the remaining buttons popped as Dayson yanked his shirt open. “I would never make you wait.”

Talia grinned as he crawled on the bed toward her.

“You are lucky you are handsome.”

“And rich,” Dayson said matter-of-factly. “Don’t forget my money. It’s part of my charm.”

“I would love you even if you are dirt poor.”

“And that’s why you are my mate.” Dayson’s heart tightened, and he was unsure if those were his emotions or Talia’s seeping into him through their mate bond.

The truth was that he craved unconditional acceptance, just as she did. Actually, Dayson wanted it more. Talia was the only one who told him it was alright to make mistakes and that he was forgiven… and she forgave him a lot.

Even before he became the Alpha of the Shadow Fang pack, Dayson needed to be strong, firm, confident, unyielding, resolute… always. No one questioned if he had those qualities. The image of undefeatable Alpha was wearing him down, and he wrapped himself in layers of ruthlessness to prevent himself from crumbling.

With Talia, he could be himself. The more he revealed his vulnerability, the more she loved him, and little by little, Dayson learned to love himself as well. Even the soft and not-so-cool sides of him.

“Ahh…” A soft sigh escaped Talia’s lips when Dayson kissed his mark on her neck. “Is this OK? Vi is here.”

“She is sleeping.” Dayson’s words splashed on Talia’s neck. “We will be quiet.”

Before she could respond, his lips latched on his mark on her neck to suck her there, announcing a wild ride that kept them awake until late into the night.

It was late morning and Dayson was sitting on the bed and staring at Talia who was breastfeeding Violet.

Dayson was wearing sweatpants. Normally, he wouldn’t bother to put on clothes in the privacy of their bedroom, but now Violet was there, and he didn’t want to show her things a little girl shouldn’t see.

Talia’s legs and midsection were covered with a bedsheet and her upper body was exposed.

The scene of two females on the bed was serene and heartwarming, but right then and there, the mighty Alpha went through all five stages of grief.

Stage one: Denial.

How could this be happening?

Dayson remembered all the good times he had with those buds in his mouth, and now there was another person suckling on them.

Yes, it was a baby, and he shouldn’t feel this negativity, but that was Talia, and she was his mate, only his, and this didn’t seem right.

The joy Talia felt during this process only made Dayson more confused about this whole thing. How can someone else suckling on her breasts be joyful?

Stage two: Anger.

Those chubby fingers were holding onto Talia’s boob! And there was even some kneading going on! The little snot was doing it on purpose to taunt him!

He was aware Violet was his child, and that he and Talia were parents now, but the idea of anyone sticking close enough to Talia to put a part of her into his (or her) mouth was unacceptable! Babies were not an exception!

Stage three: Bargaining.

“Surely, there must be another way to feed the child,” Dayson whined. “Does she need to put my breast in her mouth?”

“That’s MY breast, Dayson.”

He didn’t see it that way. “You are mine, so everything yours is mine also, which makes both of those wonderful breasts MINE!”

Talia couldn’t believe how childish he was. She didn’t want to pour oil on the fire, but she couldn’t let him throw a tantrum. “What are you expecting me to do, Dayson? Should we let her go hungry? Or make her a sandwich? Or how about we let her loose in the forest, so she hunts her meal?”

“There is formula. I can buy some. The best one there is in the world. Violet won’t be lacking anything. Or you can use one of those pump things to get milk out and we can feed her from the bottle.”

“Nonsense,” Talia shot him down. “Why feed the baby other things when I can breastfeed her? And why pump and use gadgets when it can be done naturally? It would be different if I have a job and I’m not available, or there is no milk, but I am available and there is milk.”

Stage four: Depression.

‘You don’t love me anymore. Now you have Vi and I’m not needed. We have a perfectly good nursery, but you don’t want to put Vi there overnight. Am I supposed to sleep there? Am I getting kicked out?’

Talia cocked an eyebrow at Dayson. Why did he switch to talking through the mind link? ‘You know I can hear that, right?’

‘I know. But Vi can’t hear me.’

‘Why do you care if she will hear you?’

‘I don’t want her to hate me. I love her, but this… is too much.’

‘She can feel your emotions and right now she is wondering why her father is not happy. She probably thinks I’m bullying you.’

‘Kitten. I know this is the way it should be, but I am not used to sharing things, and I definitely don’t want to share you. Seeing you holding Vi and being happy makes me feel like I’m not needed.’

He could feel Talia’s emotions clearly. She enjoyed holding the baby against her chest, and the whole feeding experience made her happy. There was an ocean of love and care directed at Violet, but… What about Dayson?

Talia would snap at him and call him ridiculous, but his grief was genuine, and she knew that he needed comforting. “I will always need you, Dayson. If anything, you will be needed more because both me and Vi will be relying on you. How about you come closer?”

Stage five: Acceptance.

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