Chapter 64

The headman had been happy to finally have a grandson—Milosh had been too young, and before the blonde gadje, Nicolae had always been careful to pull out before he spilled his seed.

He stood with his arms akimbo and glared around the interior of the caravan. The handkerchief was nowhere to be found, and he had to accept that. He ran a hand through his hair. He’d just have to slip into the big house. He’d been watching the m’lor’ and knew he’d driven up to London to see his sire. The house was empty, and now would be the ideal time for Nicolae to slip in and obtain another handkerchief.

For a moment he thought of that time in the Carpathians and what a disaster it had proved to be. He shuddered, and his arsehole tightened. He’d hated being buggered, although he’d had no choice but to submit to the Alpha.

He drove those memories from his mind, hating to recall that time when he’d been treated as less than the headman’s son.