His Human Surrogate (Monsters Love Curvy Girls #2) - Michele Mills Page 0,28
done in my life. And that’s saying a lot considering I cared for not one, but two dying parents.
I send him a quick message in reply and a recording of the fetal heartbeat.
And then I lie down and force myself to fall asleep, in Bergelmir’s bed.
10
Bergelmir
Two things happen the next day that cause me to lose my mind.
First, I check the visual on Chloe, only to find her masturbating in our bed. My female is so desperate for my touch she pulls out a sex toy, crafted in the shape of a small, colorless human dick, and uses it to fuck herself to completion. And that’s when I can see that the same dark human hair on her head is also on her mound, and I want to destroy whole civilizations so I can return and tend to her needs myself. I’m going to incinerate that toy and show her what a real Hyrrokin feels like between her thick thighs.
I’m sitting in a corner of the tent, trying to privately zoom in on my female, when I hear conversation nearby.
“What’s wrong with Cap?”
“Captain?” Hannibal growls. “Captain?”
I look up and see the entire team staring over at me. I blink in confusion, and then it all becomes clear and my neck heats. The sound is on speaker! Godsdammit. I turn off the tablet and snarl at the others. I’m the only one allowed to hear the sounds my future bound makes in the throes of passion.
“Are you checking out your subscription to OnlyHyrrokin?” Skoll asks with a smirk on his harsh face.
I clench my jaw. “No, I’m not,” because I cancelled all of my premium porn content the moment I met my human.
“Then it’s Hyrrokin Hub,” Hannibal comments. “Has to be.”
“No, it’s not,” I say, because I cancelled that too.
“What is it then? Who else would be moaning your name?”
“It’s none of your godsdamn business,” I snarl.
They all grow quiet, distracted by the painstaking work of locating the exact position of the being we’ve been ordered to terminate—the new President of the Xylan Mafia. We know he’s within that compound, but not exactly where.
I pick up the tablet again and find another message. Chloe sent me the first heartbeat of my son. Our son. The gender has not been confirmed yet, but deep down I know it’s my son.
I thought you’d want the good news—today I heard your baby’s heartbeat for the first time. I wish you could’ve been there, but here’s the audio so you can listen. When you return, I’ll be happy to go to another appointment with you so you can see and hear your offspring. Good luck, Berg. Stay strong and safe.
Sincerely,
Chloe
What does “sincerely” mean? She’s used this strange human word before and it’s not registering in my translation chip. It must be some kind of human sign off and it sounds very noncommittal and impartial. I don’t like it.
My claws tremble as I listen to the audio, and heated emotions I’ve never felt before swell inside of me and tighten painfully in my chest. My human needs me, as does my son. A Touchstone growl bursts from my throat.
“What now?” Skoll asks. “We’ve been on twenty-two different missions together and normally Cap is as stoic as a stone wall, but he’s been distracted this entire mission, and now he’s having firestorm meltdown. What’s going on?”
I play the audio of my son’s heartbeat loudly on speaker so the whole team can hear. “My son,” I rasp. “My first born.”
I’ve never been on a mission while burdened with worries for a bound and offspring. I do not understand how Hannibal and some of the others in my team have been able to stand being separated from their families. I’ve never before been confronted with the needs of my female and offspring as well as the needs of my team. I am wholly unprepared for this seismic shift.
“This changes everything,” I tell them.
I’m the captain because I’m considered the most ethical and level-headed of us all, and that’s not saying much. These soldiers are a bunch of indiscriminate killers. And I’m about to set them loose.
The next thing I know I’m upping our raid on the Mafia’s compound. I march outside, shooting a flame into the air, uncaring of the fact that I’m probably exposing our position. I don’t bother to wait for orders. Today, I’m making my own orders. “We’re going in,” I yell. “We’re completing this mission right the fuck now.”