Jason's POV
The entire day passed with our pets circling the side house like they'd been enchanted.
Those little bastards kept returning there so often that we finally gave up and let them stay.
As if that bitch had cast some spell over them, they refused to leave her side.
Fluffy, I could understand—he knew her from the past. But Vixen? That stubborn thing was even worse than Fluffy. No amount of threats worked on her. And now that we knew she was pregnant, we couldn't do much but let her have her way.
On the other hand, Rafe had gone off on a hunt of his own—searching for any tomcat in the vicinity that could've possibly knocked up his precious feline. He was fuming, as if it wasn't his pet that got fucked, but his woman. That wild, possessive beast inside him had fully awakened.
When he returned home, I asked, "Found the bastard?"
"Found and threw all of them down the hill," he replied casually, dropping onto the sofa like he'd just accomplished something grand.
