Big Salmon Lake Youngblood

What is it, then? Is it fluffy or is it hot? he teased, easily finding the gut to hit on the very own daughter of Charon Ostrega. It felt good. It felt like payback. Damien wasn't stupid, he knew that Potema and the bastard's relationship didn't stop at "friends", and who was to say that at least one of the pups in Potema's first litter didn't share blood with the mountain king. He didn't judge, he had asked Potema to do what she'd done, but however indifferent he was to who had access to his sister's flesh, no man would ever be worthy of her heart.

I don't mind, dear. You can call me whatever you like, Lady Fartsprinkles. said the dark male with a bow. This little game they had started was pointless at best, but at least he found a way to turn it in his favor. The mountain's daughter could be as sassy and smart as she liked, but Damien would always be smarter.