Chapter 82

Roman 

(Christmas day) 

I slumped back in the lounge chair as Tristan saw the dinner guests out, including a rather red faced and angry Mr and Mrs Briggs. Not that I could blame them, the Briggs’ were a traditional shifter family, with morals stemming from the old days, back when any kind of relations outside of mating was severely frowned upon. Not only had Amber and I gone against their ideals, but had also managed to produce a child, something that, back in the day, the baby would be shunned for, the mother would be ostracised, and the father punished, corporally.  

Goddess, a child.  

The thought kept popping into my head like a freight train, unyielding and pushing everything else out of its way.  

Amber is pregnant. And I had no doubt that the baby was mine, I was her first, and I would have smelt if she had been with anyone since, our scents rub off, and tend to linger, es