Freyja thought he was joking as her chest began to throb with the words and movements of her daughter's husband, causing her to feel a little strange.
The season of heat started for most unmarried or single female wolves over the past few days; thanks to her many years of experience, Frejya could use her fingers to quell most of her desires.
But this bastard somehow made that meaningless from a mere touch or smell.
Suddenly, she was pushed down, her blonde hair scattered on the thick branch; as the leaves and wood creaked and rattled, her eyes fixated on the man above her.
Enchanting black hair, swaying in the wind, his eyes watching her every move as he leaned forward, holding her arms down with his; Freyja tried to struggle, her heart filled with anticipation and fear that she would betray her daughter.
"Zell... that... I... Mmmph!?"
