Chapter 112 - He Stole My Heart, I Stole His Child

Max POV

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“Mmhm,” I groaned, burying my nose in my sexy, broken-hearted, stronger than life, mate’s hair. After she told me her story, I held her until she fell asleep, trying my hardest to use my aura to make her feel just a tiny bit better. With her being who she is, a fairy princess with a stronger aura than me, I’m not sure it helped her much, but it sure as hell helped me being able to hold her like that and to feel her trust in me as she let herself feel vulnerable, maybe for the first time since all that shit happened to her.

Fuck, do I wish I could revive the shitstain who hurt her and kill him all over again. Beheading is too quick a death. He should have to suffer for centuries the way she did. After Thyra fell asleep, I stayed up for hours thinking up all the fucking ways I could prolong his agony.

If I didn't have her with me to keep my calm, I might have ventured outside to hunt a mystical heavenly fucking bear to tear into, or at the very least, go to the stable where the goddess left the flying headaches and tried taming the one who would soon be rubber cement if he didn't loose his shitty attitude.

Goddess, do they have regular bears here, or would it be a half-bear-half-man creature like the creepy butler dogs she has? Fuck. Did I just ask that insulting question to the fucking goddess herself again? I got to quit fucking doing that.

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“Shit,” I grumbled, not wanting to get up. I haven’t had enough of her. I could just stay in bed all day with her sweet, plump ass pressed against me and-

“GRANDPA!” Taegan’s voice carried through the door, breaking me from my lewd thoughts. “IT’S BREAKFAST! WAKE UP!”

Thyra stirs beside me. “Mmh, you’re being called, grandpa,” she moans in a sleepy voice, making all my lewd thoughts come crashing back.

I squeeze her, growling playfully against the back of her neck. “I’m hungry for something else. Not fucking breakfast.”

Thyra giggles hoarsely, turning in my arms. “You may be able to blow off your grandson, but do you really want to blow off your moon goddess? We already missed dinner last night.”

I groaned, tucking her against my chest, both of us still very fucking nude and the feeling of her tits pressed against mine combined with the sparks making me want to take my chances on skipping breakfast and pissing off my goddess.

“GRANDPA! LET GRANDMA THYRA GO AND COME OUT! GIVE HER A BREAK!”

“I’m about to give that kid a damn break, alright,” I grumbled.

Thyra has a big smile on her face as she leans away from me.

“What?” I asked.

“He called me grandma,” she whispers.

I smirked, suddenly not so annoyed with my grandson. “That’s what you are, isn’t it?” I asked, then kissed her nose.

“I guess it is,” she closes her eyes as I rest my head against hers, an ecstatic expression on her perfect face. “I like it. I like him calling me grandma.”

I laughed deep in my chest, “You are the hottest fucking grandma in all the realms.”

“Good thing I’m mated to the hottest grandpa,” she says, then giggles when my roaming hands start to tickle her sides.

She seems so much lighter today. Less guarded and more carefree. I love seeing her like that. She went through so much. I hope I can keep her this free and happy for the rest of our lives.

“GRAND! PA! I'M COMING IN TO SAVE HER IF YOU DON’T LET HER GO!”

“GO AWAY YOU LITTLE SNOT! WE’RE BUSY!” I yelled back.

“NO YOU’RE NOT! YOU’RE DOING WHAT DAD DOES TO MOM ALL NIGHT! I HAVE ENOUGH SISTERS. I DON’T NEED MORE BABIES TO TAKE CARE OF!”

“Oh, my,” Thyra places a hand over her mouth, “How old is he again?”

I groan, “Not old enough to be saying shit like that.”

The laughs, and it chases away all of my annoyance once again. “It’s good to know that this insatiable attribute of yours is hereditary. No wonder your daughter-in-law was so surprised to see no mate mark when we went back to the hospital that first night.”

“Ha, I’m not some horn dog like my fucking son.”

Thyra raises an eyebrow, then wiggles against my very hard morning wood.

“It’s morning,” I growled at her.

“Uh huh,” she grins, then kisses my lips before slipping out of bed, taking the bedsheet with her, leaving me groaning from the loss of contact with her while in nothing but all my naked glory. “He looked much the same all evening. I don’t think morning has anything to do with it,” she chuckles, staring at my dick.

I rest my hands behind my head. “Welp,” I grin wickedly, “I guess we know what needs to be done to get rid of it then.”

“GRAND! PA! I’M COMING IN!”

I growl deeply, then spring up from the bed, on the warpath to throw the kid in a room at random and lock it from the outside so he can’t come out until I’m ready for him to.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Thyra presses her hand against my chest to stop me, “My grandson is expecting us at breakfast. Go get ready.” She goes on her tip-toes, then whispers in my ear, “I’ll take care of that for you later.”

I groan, wanting it now. I haven’t had enough of her, and with her all playful like this, it just makes me want her even more.

“Go,” she says, kissing my lips much too briefly, then making her finger light up with her magic when I don’t make and move to do what she said.

“Fine,” I growled, “YOU BETTER BE RUN, KID!” I yelled at my grandson.

Thyra makes her fingers light up again, only this time I feel that painful buzzing electrical current on my ass where her brand is.

“Fuck!” I roared, gripping my ass cheek as I stumbled to one knee. This shit hurts more than stepping barefoot on fucking legos.

“Don’t be mean to my grandson,” Thyra turns her nose up, then wraps the sheet around her more tightly before walking to the door, opening it just a crack, “Good morning, Taegan. We will be out in just a few minutes.”

Despite the pain in my ass, watching my mate smiling adoringly at my….no, our grandson makes me smile with pride. Fuck, she’s so damn perfect. Even her ability to zap my ass on demand I find sexy as hell.

“Do you need help?” Taegan asks, “Grandpa sounded grumpy this morning.”

“Oh, I got him handled,” she laughs, “Thank you, though.”

“Anytime,” I hear Taegan’s cheerful, flirty voice say back to her, “If he gets too grumpy, you just have to threaten him with Aly. Or you can borrow my spoons.”

“Spoons?” Thyra repeated, looking down at him in confusion.

“Yeah. The ones with the holes in the middle work the best. I can show you how to use them later.”

I rolled my eyes, “Your dad said you left your spoons at home.”

“THAT’S WHAT HE THINKS!” Taegan calls out, “WHY WOULD I NOT BRING MY SPOONS?” I hear him scoff.

Right. I'm the weird one for thinking he didn't need to bring fucking spoons to see the fucking moon goddess. I shouldn't threaten to tell him mom, but Thyra might just zap my ass again.

Thyra ushers him away, promising him she will not let me do to her what his dad does to Bailey in the morning. For example, when they promise to be right out in the mornings, then Axel comes out by himself an hour later after he made Bailey pass out again. That story had Thyra turn a brilliantly sexy shade of red from embarrassment. Axel holds just as much blame for some of the shit that comes out of Taegan’s mouth and Casey and twat-faced Nate do.

“Jeez, you werewolf men need to watch your actions in front of the kids. That boy is too smart for his own good. He knows far too much,” Thyra continues to blush, walking into the bathroom and up beside me at the vanity.

“It’s not just the men’s fault,” I smirked at her between flossing my teeth, “His mama’s a screamer. Wakes the whole damn pack up when they forget to close the window.”

“I did not need to know that,” Thyra’s blush deepens as she turns on the shower and drops the sheet. I take a few seconds to appreciate her perfect ass and curvy body. Those tits. Fuck, she gets off if I just look at them the right way. I could get off just watching her.

A mischievous, hungry smile spreads on my face as I set my floss down and turn to watch as she tests the water, then slips into the steamy, open shower. She turns around, facing me, letting the water stream down her back and soak her thick hair. When she sees the expression on my face as I push off the vanity, strutting over to join her, her eyes narrow on me.

“No, no, no. I just promised Taegan I wouldn’t let you do that.”

“Do what?” I feigned naivety as I reached the shower door.

She holds her hand up, the glowing green light flicking from her fingertips and making me yelp and fall to my knee again, like I’m doing the most painful fucking lunge ever. The zapping kills my erection instantly.

“You know what. My grandson said no.”

“I need a shower too,” I growled, “I have your pussy juice all over me.”

“You can wash it off the second I’m done washing your semen out of my hair, Max,” she scolds me.

I smirked, standing back to my feet with a lot of effort. Damn, I fucking love that only she can bring me to my knees with a flick of her fucking fingers. “Make sure you get good and clean. I’m going to enjoy getting you dirty again later.”

She smiles, laughing lightly as she rinses the suds from her hair. Fuck me, she’s gorgeous. Watching her chest jiggle as she moves and seeing her pretty pussy get slick with the sudsy water has me hard and ready once again.

Breakfast better be fucking quick.

Thyra POV

“We’re here,” Max grumbles gruffly as the butler dogman, Dante, leads us into the dining room.

“Bout time,” Taegan huffs, hopping up from his chair next to Reika’s and running over to us. To my surprise, it’s me he runs up to and wraps his arms around. “Did he attack you, Grandma Thyra? Do you need a spoon?”

“No, sweetie,” I shook my head, trying not to laugh as I hugged him back, “I got something better than spoons.” I let my magic, which seems to be a little more active today, flicker in my hand and he grins knowingly.

When Max told me the story behind the spoons, I almost cried, but seeing the boy joking about using them on his grandpa makes it humorous now. No wonder this boy is so strong-willed and intelligent. He’s gone through a lot in his short life too.

“Where the hell did you hide spoons, anyway?” Max asks.

Taegan shrugs with a smirk, “You don’t need to know. It’s a secret and mommy says secrets don’t get shared.”

“I know damn well how your mother feels about secrets,” Max growls, “Use those spoons on her.”

Taegan makes an appalled face, like the mere thought of spanking his mother is atrocious. “No! Mommy said-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Max muses his hair, then picks him up after pulling him off me. “Mommy says lots of things. I got it.”

Taegan pushes his lips to the side of his face, narrowing his eyes at Max. “Grandpa, you’re grumpy today.”

“Just today?” I giggle, then chuckle before walking away towards Rieka when Max scowls at me. “Good morning, Rieka. How are you today?”

“Oh, I’m lovely, Thyra. I would ask how you are doing, but your contentment and optimism are exuding out of you. You look radiant today, my dear.”

My cheeks heat from her praise. “We had a good rest last night. Thank you,” I murmured, taking the seat beside her as she waved her hand towards it for me to join her.

Taegan squeals, and I turn my head in surprise only to smile and laugh when I see Max dangling a giggling Taegan by his ankle in the air with one hand, tickling his exposed belly with his other. He may be crude and gruff, but I don’t think there is a better grandfather out there.

“He’s a good man,” Rieka says, watching them with a broad smile. “He was a great father, too. He will be an excellent father to any little boy.”

I slowly turned my head to stare at her, my face falling into a mask of confusion. I’m sure she is just making an observation, not knowing my history. “I’m sure he would,” I say hesitantly, “I can not have children any longer, but I’m enjoying watching him be a grandfather.”

“Oh, I think that man still has quite a few parenting years in him,” she grins, “I think Taegan would do well having a fae uncle to be friends with as well.”

“Rieka,” I murmured, “I….Why are you saying this?”

She grins even wider, leaning forward to place her hand over mine. “Your brother said to tell you, ‘I will come to see you soon, sister’,” Rieka repeats, only when she says those words, she is using Aengus’s voice, not hers. It’s like he is speaking through her. “‘We both will’.” Rieka sits back in her chair, the corner of her mouth turned up, making a dimple appear as she gauges my reaction.

My lip quivers, and my eyes begin to prickle as I fight the urge to cry. “Does he mean?....”

Rieka smiles and nods, “Yes, my dear. It seems you will be seeing your brother and child soon. Once your time is completed here, you will be reunited with your son.”

I lost the battle I was fighting with my eyes, my tears slowly streaming down my face. “Why?” I gasped, “Why now?”

Her radiant face is filled with sympathy. “Sometimes the best way to help someone is to not enable them anymore with momentary satisfaction. It's not because we don’t love them, but because we do. Your brother saw your future if you were to keep your son with you in the harsh world you were not used to, where you knew only horrid ways to survive in it. We sometimes make greater mistakes from fear, than we would make otherwise, and that was your destiny. If your brother had granted you your son while living on Earth, it would have hurt the both of you. You would have done anything to try and give him all you could, and it would have hurt you both terribly in the end.

“Your brother giving you the chance to grow and learn on your own, where you just had to worry about yourself and not stress about the well-being of your son, opened your world to better possibilities. You became better, Thyra. If he sent Rian with you when you were first banished, that first night when you were stranded on the streets, trying to figure out what to do next, you would have turned back to the only way you knew to provide for your son in the human world. You would have ruined yourself.

“Upon your return to Alfheimr, your brother saw your future much the same as before if he gave you Rian then. You may not have been exiled and could have lived happy enough with your son while carrying the burden of being a dishonored royal, but you still did not have a purpose or a place to belong. Your brother saw your future, and directed you to the one that led to Max. He helped direct you to the family and love you have always wanted.”

“How?” I whispered brokenly, “How did he know about my future with Max?”

Rieka grins knowingly, “I may have meddled more than I should. I’m still meddling,” she chuckles, “That little boy over there laughing in his grandfather’s arms might be upset with my meddling in the near future, but he will be happier in the long run too, just like you. Life is like an intricate puzzle, and if you try to force things into place, it could damage the greater picture. The other deities and I are here to guide our children into the best possible future we can, to help them not to shatter the perfect picture their lives have the potential to be by staying too focused on the small details that are often too confusing to short yourself until the picture is almost complete.”

My throat feels clogged as I try not to sob and throw myself into this woman’s arms. She is telling me I will have my son soon, isn’t she? It's slightly confusing, her analogy, and I feel like she is talking in nothing but metaphors, but I think I get the main picture now. Could I truly have Rian with me again, living with Max and the amazing family he has already given me?

“Thyra?” Max’s voice is full of alarm as he comes rushing over to us, Taegan yelling “Whoa,” as he is thrown over his grandfather’s shoulder.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“What?” Taegan pushes himself up against Max's shoulder to look at me, and his face mimics his grandfather’s with his concern. “Miss Rieka,” he growls, “I told you it's not okay to be mean to someone just because they’re not a werewolf.”

Rieka and I both laugh, her radiantly and me, a flipping mess as tears and snot fall from my face and a half sob comes out with each laugh. “She was being nice, Taegan. Very nice,” I reassured him.

“Are you sure, because I don’t want anyone making my grandma sad.”

He looks fierce, too fierce for a little boy, and Max just nods in agreement. I feel like I’ve got two protectors standing over me, ready to shield me from anything. It’s a tremendous feeling to have people so ready to fight the world and even a goddess on my behalf. I’m glad Rieka is taking this with humor and not showing any offense.

“Oh, sweetie,” I hiccup and Rieka hands me a cloth napkin to wipe my face while rubbing my back soothingly. “I’ve never been more happy.”