speculations at parties and also at races. The oldest generations of dog breeders and horses were convinced that steam carriages and the like would fade out but Nathaniel and many of his peers were not so sure.
"Factory owners are seeing how undependable machines can be. Give me a good draft dog any day."
"The point I am making is that I have no use for a wife and the sons that one brings."
"We need more werewolves. We have already discussed this issue-"
"We need more werewolves and yet you have given me a human wife. She may birth a pup or two but she might just as easily birth regular babes who will grow up with no profession to inherit, no title, and no lands. If you had given me a were-wife I would have been happy to produce more wolves for our pack but it seems I will be useless even for that," Nathaniel said.
"Son, there are more things a man needs a wife for than children."
"I have gotten along fine without that and should those needs ever arise there are women who make their living providing that," Nathaniel said. He had heard all the talk of mating but it was not something he had ever done. How could he when his heart belonged to Vivian? How could he give another woman what he wanted to save for the woman of his heart?
"Do not act like I raised you to be a fool. You know damnably well I did not mean that." His father slammed a fist down onto the desk toppling a paper pile on the corner.
"I cannot imagine what else you could mean," Nathaniel said.
"A man needs someone to care for. He needs affection and love. He needs someone to appreciate him and admire him. He needs the comfort and companionship of a woman."
"My dogs give me all the companionship I need."
"Dogs are poor conversationalists."
"I enjoy my silence." He felt his blood boiling. He had married the girl out of duty but their marriage would only be for that. He had not married the chit for companionship or conversation. He had married her because she was a whore and his brother a fool.
"The relationship I had with your mother was incomparable to any I had with anyone else. No dog or occupation or even were-brother could equal it."
Nathaniel tried to stir up a single memory of his parents together but no matter how hard he tried there was nothing.
"If marriage is such a valuable estate than why did you not remarry?"
"This is not about my marriage. It is about yours," his father said.
"A marriage I was forced into."
"I am tired of trying to make you see reason. After the house retires for the night you will go into your bride's chamber and consummate the marriage you have just entered into."
"No, I will not," Nathaniel said. Sophronia was not Vivian. She was not the woman he had laid awake nights aching for. Beyond that, her belly was full with a baby that may or may not belong to his brother. He had more than enough reason to keep away from her bed.
"As your father, I command you," he said.
"I will not," Nathaniel growled. Even if he went into the bedchamber he doubted that he could lay with her. Surely his body understood his heart. He would be limp as a noodle if he tried to go to her. At least, he hoped.
"You are leaving me no choice."
"If you do it I swear I will never forgive you." Nathaniel could see the determination in his father's eyes. He gripped the arms of the chair but he could not rise. Not while his father's wolf looked into his.
"You will someday see that it was for your own good."
"Do not-"
"As your Alpha I command you," he said.
Nathaniel clenched his jaw but his wolf had understood the command and a command by an alpha could not be disobeyed. His father had only ever given him one other alpha command and that command had saved his life. This one would ruin it.
"I will hate you for this," Nathaniel said. He pushed his chair back and stood to go.
"Tonight."
"Tonight," Nathaniel repeated.
Chapter 6
Sophronia's body was relaxed. She was not quite asleep but she was not quite awake either. She was at that