“Why can’t I be the one for you?” Chan stared at Rye with an emotionless expression.
”You know why, Felix is the one that I love Rye. We’ve spoken about this.” His voice was heavy, annoyed if anything.
”But I bared your pups! That has to mean something doesn’t it? It means something Chan!” She was teary eyed now, pleading with Chan.
”You’re not Felix. I don’t and never will love you, I am using you for my next generation. After the pups are old enough to go without milk Felix and I will parent them from now on.” He watched as she cried, head in her paws. The newborn pups squirming in discomfort from the sudden moments from their mother.
For a moment Chan felt sorry for her, however he could feel eyes on them and he was already on thin ice with some of the pack, more so his own mate for baring pups with another female. “Get over it Rye. Please, I do care for you but...not like this.” With a sigh and a shake of his head, Chan walked out of the nursery to join his mate who barely even looked at him.
Wolf: Swansea