Axel looked to Akari, his face darkened. “Would you rather have no son?” He asked and let another nurse take the wailing babe, hushing him while rocking the small boy.
Axel stood, “Fine, just sit there and wail for your dead son I suppose,” but although his words threatened, he didn’t do anything else. “Would you have rather died than me to save you and do everything I can to help?” He was right though, one nurse murdered…versus her own life, she was the one to call out for him in the first place. He had been such a close friend, their feelings had blossomed over the years, a kiss stolen here and there, and then that night of the blood moon- where he had asked her to run, his feelings overpowered by the sway of it..but not once did he harm her, he had only pleasured her and mated her laying into his own desires. If she didn’t like it…wouldn’t she have left him after the whole thing? Feel ashamed and go clean herself up? No. She stayed with him during the rest of the night, being sheltered by him like a normal male would to protect their mate from others.
Axel turned and left the infirmary, angry mostly, at how ungrateful Akari sounded. But he understood at least…a little. Was she not relieved that their son was alive now? He pushed open his door to his chambers and shut it, locking himself inside. “Fine, be that way-“ he sighed and closed his eyes, trying to calm his rage.
