Silver Creek for the man is not of the woman

“of course... we don't want you incapable of carrying pups when that time comes.”

there was a hint of a sneer on his smug face. harrison eyed her figure with no shame, making it seem as though he questioned her capability. mind games were – by far – the funnest for him to play. he knew that it was a far more serious thing than the light that he made of it. if addison was unable to reproduce, for any reason, it would have shown poorly on her and the rest of their family. it was her duty to ensure that she was in peak condition so that she could carry out the one thing that only she was capable of.

when she remarked on the stores of moss, harrison glanced toward where she had been gathering her herbs. it was a curious thing for him to imagine; moss assisting with emergencies. almost out of habit, the pale snake canted his head to the side and frowned thoughtfully. “what is moss used for?” he asked of her without missing a beat. her mouth might have been full, but he glanced back toward her and waited patiently so that she might finish.