appalled him. Even though his inner wolves wanted to cosset and protect Viola, he’d threatened to take away her livelihood. King Caleb made a mistake when he said I’d make a good replacement alpha.
Chapter Seven
Titus pulled Iris into a window alcove and waited for her to tell him more. He knew Lykae pregnancies moved faster than human ones, and he had a bad feeling that he knew where Iris’s gossip was heading. Fortunately, the youngster didn’t.
She kept right on chattering. “Apparently, Pops had never been happier. Then—right after Viola’s sixth birthday—her mother vanished. Less than a week later, Pops banished Viola from the palace. Elspeth took her in, but she was ancient and already a little touched in the head.”
Poor Viola had grown up without a pack to watch over her and interact with. Like most Lykae, Titus loved socializing with pack or roughhousing with the unbonded males. Even eighteen months back, when he’d struggled to build a relationship with Jilly, the cubs had flocked around him. Pack meant everything to him, but Jilly’s kidnapper had forced him to go lone wolf to protect his true-mate.
He’d been lost and empty, but he’d have endured anything to keep Jilly safe. How any father could rob his cub of the security pack offered confounded Titus. His natural wolf growled and flattened its ears in disgust. His primal beast demanded Zebadiah’s throat, and if Titus hadn’t agreed to investigate for King Caleb, he’d have gone after the alpha in an instant.
Iris pulled on his arm. “Do you want me to tell you?”
He nodded but didn’t speak. His inner wolves went crazy, demanding he challenge Zebadiah right now. His Viola deserved better than a parent who abandoned her when she’d needed him most. And when the hell did she become mine? I’m here to marry Fleur, remember. Not that I want a woman with wandering hands. Well, maybe, but only if it’s Viola.
Iris leaned against the wall. “Listen properly, then. Pops declared Viola the pack omega, and he’s picked on her ever since. Back in the market, I saw him send one of his so-called bodyguards to fleece her out her takings. No one ever pays her for healing them anyway, and she needs to buy fresh meat. That’s why I gave her my pocket money.”
Iris’s words felt like a spear thrust into his heart. Always angry inside, he’d unleashed his wildness on Viola, even threatened to bring in another healer. His primal wolf raged at him for that. His natural wolf turned tail and ignored him.
Tonight, he’d flash back to her hut and try to smooth things over. Hell, he’d go to his knees and beg if she’d just hear him out. Maybe if he took a gift, it would soften her heart. He’d learned to be patient when it came to affairs of the heart, but she might never speak to him again after seeing him stroll out of the great hall with Zebadiah and Fleur. “Iris, what does your sister buy when she has spare money?”
“Meat,” the youngster answered instantly.
Suddenly the archery target he’d seen in Viola’s garden made sense, but he didn’t understand why she didn’t just turn primal or even loose her natural wolf and go on the hunt.
Iris shook his arm. “Are you daydreaming? I’d get into trouble for that. Listen, Viola’s been trying to scrape together enough cash to buy new furniture after the fire destroyed hers, but she’s too thin. I wanted to make sure she had a good meal.”
Titus paled. The healer was hungry, poor, and desperate. No wonder she’d wanted her payment up front. He’d behaved like a jackass, but he’d find a way to make amends. He had to.
Before he could pump the child further, Iris pulled away. “I’ve got to get ready for dinner. Listen, Viola can’t hunt because of her leg, so I try to look out for her without Pops knowing. Please don’t tell him about the money. She tried to give it back, but I ran away. Can it be our secret?”
Titus wanted to ask what was wrong with Viola’s leg,
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