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'why would I want to mother some other's whelps?' Charon felt like leaving in that instant and never coming back. She knew, and yet she would say such a thing. Blood drained from his face and his frown grew deeper, though he was not as angry as before.

Do you think I was just some other's whelp to my parents? he asked as he looked at her. Our blood is strong, but the way we raise is stronger. That is what matters. I'm not a son of Ragnar by blood, but no one can deny I'm one of his strongest sons. I'm his son, and they would be yours. Maybe in her family it was not normal to adopt, maybe that was why she didn't understand the concept, or maybe she was just jealous to see Charon impregnate another.

Who, then? There was only one that had been around long. Maybe not a very strong one, but a trustworthy one. Yet Charon knew better than to throw her name in the middle of this conversation, when Ame did not even grasp the concept yet.

Think about it. He searched for her eyes again, suddenly calm. There was still something bristling under the skin, and a trigger would easily be made, but he also wanted this really badly, and if she didn't... To him, adoptive children would've been enough -- let alone children that were actually his.