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She felt no bitterness, no jealousy, as Mahler went on to confirm her suspicion. Truthfully, such thoughts had never crossed Nyx' mind; she did not wish to have the General at her side as a mate. It seemed unnatural to consider it a possibility, for she'd always looked to him purely as his title of leader. No, he would never be hers just as she would never be his, and she was perfectly okay with that.

Pups were her priority and, although he'd vowed to sire her litter, Nyx rather selfishly wished to play the role of parent to them alone. She would never deny Mahler of his desire to be involved, but she fancied herself to be the primary caretaker. Her primary goal was to provide all the care and affection for this litter that she failed to do so for her first.

"I am," she carried on, brushing her possessive thoughts aside, "I don't think I'd have been happy to leave the mountains. So many things have changed, but... I feel it's important to be here."