In a choked voice Daryn said, "Today at the office, I had difficulty doing that. It took all my will not to think about father, about you and about my mother. His disappearance has put a lot of questions in the political circle as well. The opposition is demanding resignation and his party people are asking me about his whereabouts." His shoulders trembled with emotions. "I want to feel better." 

Her poor Lykae. She stroked his wet hair and said, "I understand darling. Give yourself time." She made a mental note not to ask about her age. But one thing was clear, he wouldn't have reacted this way if she were to live long. "Why don't you dry up, have some food and then we will think about the problems, hmm?" Her eyes went to the scars on his wrists and she shuddered. She couldn't even think how it must be affecting Daryn when she was sure she would have nightmares about them for a long time to come. Not because they made his appearance any lesser, but because of the torture he had to bear and that too from his mother. She had never imagined that she would kill in order to survive and kill mercilessly. But she had done that only to get her husband back and she knew that if this situation would arise, she would do that again. 

Dawn got up from there and brought a towel and his pajamas. She dried him lovably and then fed him with her hands. His mood lifted a little. 

"We need to move ahead with our lives, Daryn. Let's just not think about the past for now. I am sure that Gayle is safe with Sedora mostly because if she has vanished in thin air, she is going to keep Gayle safely in order to bargain with us," she said as she gave him water. "She would be a fool to kill him." 

Once the food was eaten, Dawn kept the trays out of the room for the servants to take them and so that they won't be disturbed. 

When they lied beside each other, Daryn simply held her in tight embrace. Dawn picked up his wrists and took a closer look at the scars. She saw that some of them were still red, though the redness was faint. "What is this?" she scowled, her fingers brushing over the scars. 

Daryn flinched. "Don't you know?" He tried to withdraw his hands from her. 

"No, it's not that. Why are the marks still red? You should have healed by now. You should call a doctor or a healer from the packs." Her concern was shot through the roof. So many times Daryn had been in dangerous situations but he had always healed. Why hadn't he healed this time? A frown formed on her forehead and she got up to examine them. Her sense of fear returned. 

Daryn smiled at his wife's overprotectiveness. He kept his legs on her thigh and in a soft voice he said, "Baby, these will get healed soon. They were created with magic of witches otherwise I could have easily broken them. So it will take some time before the scars heal completely, okay?"

She shook her head. "No, this needs attention. We need a healer." She got up. "I am going to call the healer now!" 

He wrapped his hands around her chest and pressed her to restrain from going anywhere. "I don't want anyone to interrupt our precious time together. I want to be with my wife and no one else." 

She pursed her lips and tried to remove his hand but he squeezed her boob with his hand and laughed. "Your breasts are getting so big and heavy," he said and dipped down to kiss the nipples that were straining through the fabric of her gown. As he bit her and nipped her there, her body shivered with pleasure. They caught up with the day while he kissed her here and there. By the time the talks were over, he had clawed her gown at various places for an easy approach. For example, he wanted to suckle her left breast, so he simply sliced that area and then held the breast as he suckled with pleasure that made him erect. 

Dawn watched him as she leaned back and twirled a strand of her hair. She said, "I have done some excellent work in the gardens in the south. You have to see them in the morning." 

"I sure will. After all, my wife has for the first time shown her skills at home front. I am pretty eager to check out everything." He took her hands in his and kissed them. He noticed a small callous that had formed in her palm. He frowned. "I don't like this." He picked up another hand and saw two more callouses there. His eyes became wide. His wolf was mad. "You are not working in the garden from now on!" His wolf decided. 

She chuckled. "I will and you won't stop me." 

He whimpered. "No, I won't let my female do that." 

She brought her hands to capture his glorious length and asked, "Are you sure? Because then who would tend to those aching balls?" Her other hand went to his balls and she squeezed them lightly. 

He groaned. "Woman, stop threatening your male." 

She kissed him on his lips and replied, "Whether I am threatening or not, does it matter?" 

Daryn bucked his hips in her hands and said, "No, it doesn't." 

"Turn to your belly and let me give you some hot body massage." 

Daryn did as asked. Dawn kneaded his muscles on the shoulders and he moaned under her soft pressure. There was quiet around them for a long time and his body pressed deeper into the mattress. "Wife, you have spoiled me so much. I hope you aren't tired and would tend to my aching balls." His shaft was pulsing with need now. 

She took out her gown and straddled him on the thighs. Then she pressed her breasts on his back and rubbed her clit over his buttocks. 

"Ah!" he groaned in the pillow when he felt how wet she already was. 

"Face me baby," she said softly. 

Daryn turned to look at her. He brought his hands to her breasts and squeezed them again. They were strained and wet and had red marks, which were formed because of his fangs. It aroused him like hell. Slowly he took his hands down to her hips and he squeezed them too. "Now what wife?" His erection was throbbing for her touch.

Dawn bent down and licked his nipples and in the process bit them gently. 

"Ah! You will make me come before I am in you," he said and moved his hips. "Kiss me there, baby." 

But Dawn ignored his request, instead went further up and kissed his lips. She delved her tongue in his mouth and he took it in no time. It felt so good when he nibbled at his lower lip and suckled it. He pried her lips and then delved his tongue inside her mouth. Dawn lapped it up. She stroked it and sucked it. And Daryn—he loved it. This was home. He gave it to her fully. This was the first time he was feeling good and relaxed.