Chapter 147 I'm a Daddy Wolf?

Hunter’s POV

I couldn’t let them go.

They were my boys. Mine.

I stared blankly at Jane, her firm, “No,” ringing in my ears and making my head pulse with pain.

“No?” I repeated, pressing my thumbs to my temples and digging them in hard. A second ago, my mind had been full of excited plans – and now it was like every part of me had frozen solid. “What do you mean, no?”

Jane frowned at me and took a slow step back. “Hunter, you can’t just start taking us out for dinner and acting like a parent. Things haven’t changed that much. We’re not a couple. You still have Amy, and Ava, and Obie. You have your family; I have mine.”

“But Ares and Owen are my family,” I argued. “They’re my children.”

It all made sense now. Why I’d felt so drawn to them, why I’d found them so cute compared to the other nose-picking little brats. Werewolves had an innate sense for these sorts of things, and I’d clearly been ignoring mine for far too long.

‘I’m a daddy wolf?’ said Reg, like he was coming out of a stupo