The next morning dawned bright and serene, sunlight spilling through the window in golden streams, painting the room in a warm, gentle glow.

Birds chirped merrily outside, their cheerful song drifting through the air as Julie stirred from her slumber. Her body felt heavy, languid, every muscle still tingling with the echoes of the wild day she had yesterday.

Slowly, she sat up, her long platinum hair tumbling over her shoulders as she blinked at the sunny sky beyond the glass. A soft breeze rustled the curtains, carrying the scent of dew—kissed grass, and for a moment, she simply breathed it in, grounding herself in the calm.

Her fingers drifted to her neck, brushing against the delicate skin, and a wave of relief washed over her as she felt her head still firmly attached to her shoulders. She exhaled a shaky laugh, her mind flickering back to the dark fears that had haunted her before sleep claimed her.

‘The Patriarch…I was so sure he’d send his assassins under the cover of night.’ She thought, her pulse quickening at the memory of her defiance—her refusal to bend to his iron will.

It would’ve been the perfect opportunity: swift, silent, efficient. A blade in the dark to end her and her legion for good.

Yet here she was, alive, bathed in morning light.

‘Cassius…Did he really do it? Did he keep his promise and shield us?’

The thought sent a thrill through her and a sense of gratitude and curiosity. She needed to find him, to hear the truth from his lips and confirm that they were all safe.

She shifted to rise from the bed, her silk sheets slipping off her bare skin, but froze as a sudden sensation jolted her senses.

Something or someone was pressing into her breasts, kneading them with a firm, rhythmic insistence that sent a flush creeping up her neck.

She blinked, and she snapped her gaze downward, half-expecting to find some audacious intruder who’d dared breach her sanctuary.

But instead, she was met with a sight that made her lips twitch into a bemused smile.

It was Aisha, her lithe, feline little sister, curled up beside her in bed.

The girl’s small fists were buried in Julie’s ample cleavage, pressing and kneading like a cat making biscuits on a plush cushion and her face was nestled snugly between Julie’s breasts, her cheeks flushed with contentment as she purred soft, cat-like noises—little mrrps and mews—her voice muffled as she murmured, “So good…So soft…” in a drowsy, indulgent tone.

Her ears also twitched atop her head, and her tail flicked lazily beneath the sheets, betraying her utter bliss.

Julie chuckled, a warm, teasing sound, and reached down to rub Aisha’s velvety ears between her fingers. “What’s this, Aisha? Planning to open a bakery with all those biscuits you’re making on my chest?” She teased, her voice light and playful.

Aisha, who’d been so lost in her reverie that she hadn’t noticed Julie waking, let out a startled yip at the sound of her voice.

Her eyes flew open, wide and golden, and she sprang back like a cat whose tail had been trod on, tumbling off the bed in a graceless heap of flailing limbs and tangled sheets. She scrambled to her feet, her face blazing red as she stared at Julie, who reclined against the headboard with a knowing, mischievous grin.

“N-No! It’s not like that!” Aisha stammered, her words tripping over themselves in a frantic rush. “It wasn’t…I-It was you!”

“…You were the one shoving those massive breasts in my face while I slept and I-I was just trying to push back because I couldn’t breathe!”

She nodded vigorously, as if convincing herself of her own story, her tail swishing nervously behind her.

“Y-Yeah, that’s definitely it! Not because it felt too good or warm or comfy to let go or anything like that!”

Julie shook her head, her smile widening as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching her slender arms above her head.

“Whatever you say, Aisha.” She replied breezily, her tone dripping with amusement. “As long as someone’s enjoying these uselessly big breasts of mine, I suppose it’s fine.”

She glanced down at her cleavage, the full, heavy curves straining against the thin fabric of her nightgown, and sighed.

“Honestly, why did they have to get so big when the rest of me is pact?” Her hands skimmed her narrow waist and toned thighs, a faint frown creasing her brow as she pondered the mystery of her own proportions.

As she straightened, her gaze swept the room, and a flicker of concern crossed her face.

“Wait…Where’s Skadi?” She asked, noting the empty space on the other side of the bed where her the little puppy slept.

Aisha, still flustered but eager to shift the focus, tilted her head and pricked her ears. “I think I hear her in the other room.” She said, her voice steadier now. “Let’s go check.”

Julie nodded, smoothing her nightgown and brushing a strand of hair from her face. With Aisha trailing behind her—still muttering faint denials under her breath—they padded barefoot across the hardwood floor, the morning light guiding them toward the faint sounds echoing from beyond the door.

Julie and Aisha stepped into the living area of the guest room, expecting to find Skadi engaged in something predictably chaotic—sharpening a blade, pacing restlessly, or perhaps sprawled out napping off last night’s exertions.

But instead, their jaws dropped in unison, eyes widening as they beheld a sight so bizarre it bordered on the surreal.

There, sat on the plush sofa with her back to them, was Skadi—their own Skadi—cradling a book in her hands, her head bent low as she devoured its pages with an intensity that seemed almost reverent.

If it had been anyone else, the scene wouldn’t have warranted a second glance.

Reading a book to pass the time was as mundane as breathing in this day and age.

But Skadi?

The girl was a walking tempest, all muscle and menace, with a wild glint in her eye that suggested she’d sooner use a book as kindling than read a single page of it.

She’d always carried herself like someone who’d never touched a page in her life—rumor had it she was outright allergic to them and whenever Aisha dared to curl up with a novel or even flip through a pamphlet, Skadi would scowl, her lip curling as she muttered.

“Ugh, so boring.” or. “Looking at you with that thing makes me wanna claw my eyes out—it’s depressing.”

Yet here she was, engrossed, her broad shoulders hunched forward, fingers tracing the text as if it held the secrets of the universe.

Julie and Aisha froze in the doorway, exchanging a glance that screamed disbelief. Julie’s brows shot up, her lips twitching as she leaned in close to Aisha, her voice dropping to a whisper as she asked, “Is she…Is she actually reading?”

Aisha’s amber eyes blinked rapidly, her tail flicking behind her as she clutched Julie’s arm. “No way.” She hissed back, her tone laced with incredulity. “That’s Skadi! She’d rather wrestle a bear than touch a book. Maybe it’s a trick—maybe it’s not even a real book!”

Julie stifled a snort, her hand flying to her mouth. “What, like a prop? A hollowed—out one with a dagger hidden inside? That’d be more her style.”

“Or maybe it’s a manual on how to punch things harder.” Aisha quipped, her ears twitching as she fought a grin. “She’s probably just skimming for the fight scenes.”

Julie tilted her head, squinting at Skadi’s silhouette. “She’s turning pages, though—like, really turning them. Look at her! She’s into it. What if she’s possessed or something?”

Aisha gasped dramatically, her voice a mock squeak. “Oh gods, what if the Patriarch didn’t send assassins but sent a book curse instead? Turn her into a book worm to ruin her!”

Julie bit her lip to keep from laughing, her shoulders shaking. “A fate worse than death for her. Can you imagine? ‘Skadi, Slayer of Ancient Books’ She’d never live it down.”

Their whispered banter bounced between them, until curiosity finally outweighed their amusement. Julie nudged Aisha with her elbow, nodding toward the sofa. “Come on, we’ve gotta see what’s got her so hooked. I need to know what kind of sorcery this is.”

Aisha nodded, her tail still swishing with nervous energy, and together they crept forward, moving as silently as shadows.

If Skadi had been in her usual state—sharp, alert, a predator attuned to every rustle and shadow—she would’ve sensed Julie and Aisha creeping up behind her long before they reached the sofa. Her ears would’ve twitched, her head would’ve snapped around, and she’d have fixed them with that feral glare that promised trouble.

But now, lost in the depths of her book, she was utterly oblivious. The two women slipped right up behind her, perching on the edge of the sofa, their breaths hushed as they peered over her shoulders, catching every muttered word and stolen glance at the pages that held her rapt.

Aisha, ever the nosy one, was the first to crane her neck, eyes gleaming with curiosity and mischief. She had to know what mysterious book had ensnared her best friend and rival.

Her tail flicked eagerly as she squinted at the text—and then she nearly choked, a cough catching in her throat as if she’d swallowed her own tongue.

The book in Skadi’s hands wasn’t some gritty tale of war or a manual on combat tactics.

…No, it was a volume on motherhood.

…Of all things, motherhood.

Aisha’s jaw dropped, her mind reeling at the absurdity of it—Skadi, the Fenrir warrior who’d once claimed paper gave her hives, was throwing herself over parenting advice with the intensity of a scholar.

Julie leaned in beside her, catching sight of the title, and her confusion mirrored Aisha’s shock.

But it wasn’t just the subject that floored them—it was the page Skadi was fixated on.

The chapter was a detailed guide to breastfeeding, complete with vivid illustrations: plump, inked breasts with arrows and notes on positioning, a serene mother cradling a babe to her chest. Skadi’s finger hovered over a drawing, tracing the curve of a nipple as if committing it to memory.

Julie’s brows furrowed, her lips parting in silent disbelief, while Aisha’s tail went rigid, her ears flattening as she struggled to process the scene.

They exchanged a wide-eyed glance, a silent ‘What the hell is happening?’ passing between them.

But before they could whisper a theory, Skadi’s voice broke the stillness, soft and muttering, as if she were wrestling with some great puzzle.

“So this is how you feed the child…I see, I see.” She mumbled, her tone a blend of fascination and uncertainty. “But how will I do it in the future? This book’s all about humans—humans with their one or two babies. Fenrirs like me…We have litters.”

“…Three, four, even five pups at once!”

She glanced down at her chest, cupping her own breasts in her hands, lifting them as if assessing their capacity.

“And I’ve only got two of these. How am I supposed to feed all of them? Take turns? What if I don’t have enough milk?” Her voice grew fretful, a rare crack in her usual bravado. “This stupid book doesn’t say anything about that! Should I ask mama later? She’d know how to handle pups—”

Aisha couldn’t handle it anymore.

Her restraint snapped like a twig underfoot.

So, with a yowl of indignation, she lunged forward, seizing Skadi’s shoulders from behind and shaking her like a ragdoll.

“Are you pregnant, Skadi?!”

She bellowed in a frenzy, unable to believe what she was witnessing, while Skadi jolted, the book nearly tumbling from her lap as Aisha’s claws dug into her.

“Do you have a baby in your womb right now?! Which bastard did this to you?! Who tricked you into carrying his spawn?!”

“…Just tell me his name, Skadi—I’ll bury him alive myself for messing with a poor, clueless puppy like you!”

Skadi who was suddenly caught off guard by the intrusion of her captain and Aisha, whipped her head around, her silver eyes wide with bewilderment.

“W-What the hell are you talking about, Aisha?! Are you crazy?!” She then twisted to look at Julie, who loomed behind her, hoping for an ally. “C-Captain, look at Aisha! She’s lost it saying that I’m actually carrying puppies with me—do something about her!”

But to Skadi’s surprise, Julie didn’t budge. Her gaze was ice-cold, sharp as a blade, cutting through Skadi with the fury of an older sister scorned.

“What’s his name, Skadi?” She asked, her voice low and lethal. “Tell me who this bastard is, and I’ll chop him into minced meat and serve him to you on a platter for what he’s done to my baby sister.”

Her hands clenched into fists, her protective instincts roaring to life, leaving Skadi gaping in utter confusion.

Julie then turned to Aisha, her tone clipped and commanding. “We need to find this scum. I don’t care if we use every resource we’ve got—round up the knights, put out a search party. Now.”

Aisha nodded with grim determination, her tail lashing. “I’m on it, Captain. We’ll hunt him down and—”

“STOP!” Skadi’s shout cut through their fervor as she surged to her feet, grabbing both their wrists with a strength that made them wince. “W-What is wrong with you two?!”

“…Skadi’s not even pregnant! So, why are you making it as if she is!”

But, sadly no matter how adamant she was that she wasn’t pregnant, the two didn’t believe her and thought that she was simply confused as to what was going on and started treating her like a ignorant victim.

Julie softened instantly, stepping closer with a gentle, sisterly concern. “Skadi, are you sure you’re alright?…If some bastard took advantage of you, you might not even know you’re pregnant yet. It’s okay to tell us.”

Aisha nodded vigorously, her ears perked. “Yeah, do you even know how women get pregnant? Maybe he tricked you, and you’re clueless!”

Skadi’s temper flared, her cheeks flushing as she glared at them, insulted to her core.

“You think I’m some kind of idiot who doesn’t know anything?!” She leapt onto the sofa, standing tall and defiant, her voice booming. “Of course I know how babies are made! It’s when a man’s pee—pee goes into a girl’s pee—pee hole, and they move around together! Am I right or not?!”

Julie and Aisha blinked at each other, momentarily stunned by her crude, childlike explanation. “

Uh…Yeah.” Julie admitted, scratching her cheek. “That’s…Technically correct.”

“Didn’t think you actually knew.” Aisha muttered, her tail drooping slightly.

Skadi puffed out her chest, a smug grin spreading across her face. “Of course I knew! I’ve known all along about these simple little things!”

But inside, though, her mind raced with panic—she’d only pieced it together last night, thanks to that damn book.

It had started innocently enough: after Cassius’s bold promise to father her children, curiosity had gnawed at her. She’d snatched the motherhood guide from a nearby shelf, desperate to understand how she’d care for a litter of pups and she learnt of several other things as well like the birds and the bees.

But there was no way was she was letting them know the truth of everything and to prove her point, she yanked up her shirt, exposing a chiseled six-pack that gleamed in the morning light.

“See? Not swollen at all! Completely flat—no baby in here!”

Then, with a dramatic flourish, she tugged the fabric higher, baring her plump, pale breasts—firm and round, capped with perky pink nipples. She squeezed them hard, her fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“And look—no milk leaking out either! So I can’t be pregnant, at all!”

Julie and Aisha stared, dumbfounded, as Skadi stood there, half-naked and triumphant, her logic as wild as her spirit.

The room fell silent, save for the faint chirping of birds outside, as the absurdity of it all settled over them like a bizarre, unspoken truce.

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