Shaking her head, she went to the bags still sitting at the armoire. It wasn't until she was in her underwear that she realized what he'd said. Deucalion had told the pack the she was his and had threatened them not to hurt her. Why would he have done that? She wasn't important to him. He'd made sure to make that clear to her. Slipping into jeans and a sweater, she could only guess that it was because she'd agreed to have his kids. Having young to a wolf was very important, especially to a male. Even more so to a king. If he could keep the throne until the child was old enough, the child would succeed him in king- or queen-ship. Deucalion had been king of this pack for ten years and didn't have any young that she was aware of. It was a rarity. Most kings had children by several different f
