Chapter 86
Ember
Kellan growls—low, territorial, the kind that vibrates through the walls.
"For the love of the moon, don't be childish," I mutter.
The tiny fox kit curled in my arms squeaks at the sound—ears flattening, bushy tail puffing up like a terrified dandelion—before scrambling to escape. He wiggles free of my hold, drops to the floor in a panicked tumble, and bolts out of the room.
Kellan stands in the doorway, chest heaving, golden eyes burning like he walked in on an affair.
"How can I not be childish," he snaps, stepping fully inside and closing the door behind him, "when my mate is cuddling another man in our bed?"
I blink at him. "Kellan. He is a child."
"A male child," he grumbles, arms crossing, jaw tight.
I stare at him. How stupid.
"That's not the point," he mutters.
"Oh really? Enlighten me."
He gestures vaguely toward the bed like the scene speaks for itself. "He was in your arms. Touching you."
"And?"
