Nikolai enjoyed a pleasant evening with his brothers before sleeping with Nikita. He thought she might be jealous of Selene for having a son. In fact, his werewolf bride acted completely the opposite, worried and concerned for Selene sleeping all alone in the cold medical centre.
Lying beside her as the moon shone through the blinds, he could faintly hear the little snores and breaths of his three girls, while Nikita lay in his arms, sweaty and exhausted after four rounds of intense battle.
"Mm..."
Nikita sluggishly rolled onto her side, glancing up at Nikolai with wet, dreamy eyes. But as she reached out for him, her body shuddered, and her ears pointed upward.
"We need to change the sheets." Her lethargic voice brought Nikolai's attention to his good deeds leaking from between her thighs and staining the bed.
He looked down at her playfully, ignoring her eyes and ears drooping.
"You really cannot blame me for this..."
