Ch 88: My Wolf Husband

The wildfire in the western forests of Dongshan burned for several days and nights. However, it was eventually contained by the firebreak that Fuli had carved out. It spread only to the western forest’s edge before it exhausted the vegetation and finally burned itself out.

But Fuli no longer had the mind to concern himself with wildfires. As long as the flames hadn’t reached his doorstep, as long as they hadn’t singed his wife and child, then nothing else really mattered.

His moon was still safe and sound in his arms, and that was all that gave him peace.

After childbirth, Lin Shuishi underwent some changes. The bloodline of the Wolf God Clan had flowed into his fragile human body through the umbilical cord’s connection, strengthening his bones and filling him with newfound vigor.

His golden eyes had returned to normal once the cord was cut, but his appetite had changed—he could now eat alongside Fuli without hesitation. He had also developed a particular interest in raw food, preparing dishes like beef sashimi mixed with pickled ginger and raw egg, sprinkled lightly with salt. The taste was fresh and delicious, and Fuli enjoyed it as well.

The new parents had excellent appetites, but their newborn child wasn’t quite as fortunate.

Because Lin Shuishi, the revered mate of the white wolf’s leader, had no milk.

That day, after giving birth on the mountain ridge, Fuli had immediately bitten through the umbilical cord and wrapped both the freezing mother and child in his embrace, rushing them back to the den. He spent half the night feeding Lin Shuishi honey water and warming him up. Once Lin Shuishi had caught his breath, he carefully examined the infant in his arms.

Due to the shared bloodline, the child had been born in the form of a human infant. Born prematurely, his body was frail, and his eyes had yet to open. But the little one didn’t cry. He curled up quietly in Lin Shuishi’s warming embrace.

That is, until hunger struck.

The tiny newborn began rooting around in Lin Shuishi’s arms, rubbing his little head against his chest, searching. His limbs, though small, were strong, and his tiny mouth, wet with anticipation, suckled at the air in an urgent quest.

Lin Shuishi cradled his child with the utmost care, at a complete loss.

“Fuli! Fuli!”

Outside, Fuli was busy tearing apart a wild ox the wolves had hunted for Lin Shuishi’s recovery. At the sound of the call, he immediately dropped the ox’s head and sprinted inside.

The moment he stepped through the door, he saw Lin Shuishi, flustered and wide-eyed, holding the newborn and looking at him for help.

Lin Shuishi blinked his large eyes, a cloth wrapped around his forehead in a proper postnatal manner, though he now looked a little embarrassed.

“A’tong… he seems hungry.”

Seeing that Lin Shuishi was unharmed, Fuli finally relaxed. He ran a bloodstained hand through his messy hair, then glanced down at Lin Shuishi’s chest with a questioning look.

With a silent gesture, he indicated—shouldn’t you be feeding him?

Lin Shuishi hesitated for a moment, then, seeing his child growing more desperate, gritted his teeth and pulled aside the soft beast pelt covering him, pressing the baby against his bare skin, waiting awkwardly for the little one to find his way.

Instinct guided the infant, and in an instant, Lin Shuishi felt the tiny mouth latch onto him, suckling with all its strength.

“Ah! Ow!”

It hurt. Lin Shuishi’s face instantly flushed, the sensation both painful and mortifying. But for the sake of his child, he endured it, gently coaxing the little one.

Fuli tilted his head, watching the scene with deep interest. Just as he was about to turn away, the baby suddenly burst into wails—louder than when he was first born.

Lin Shuishi looked helpless, glancing between the crying child and Fuli standing frozen in the doorway.

“I… I don’t think I have any milk.”

Now what? Lin Shuishi was beginning to panic. If he had no milk, what would A’tong eat?

Fuli stepped closer and, without hesitation, reached out to gently nudge the baby aside. He frowned at Lin Shuishi’s chest, then leaned in slightly.

“Let me check.”

“What? Hey—!”

…

After much fussing and testing, the result was still the same. No milk.

Lin Shuishi sat there catching his breath, troubled, while Fuli casually wiped his mouth.

“No problem. The wolves have milk.”

Lin Shuishi, frazzled, finally processed his words and hesitated. “Ah? Wolf’s milk… is that okay?”

Fuli reached out, carefully tucking the beast pelt snugly around Lin Shuishi again, then stroked his cheek reassuringly.

“It’s fine. I was raised on it.”

Lin Shuishi looked him up and down, eyeing his broad, powerful frame. That was… quite convincing.

Fuli, determined not to let Lin Shuishi catch cold, didn’t let him leave the den. He himself, however, turned to face the tiny, squirming A’tong, staring at the small baby who fit within the palm of his hand.

He hesitated.

How was he supposed to carry him? What if he accidentally squeezed too hard and crushed him? His son looked nothing like the sturdy wolf pups he was used to.

Lin Shuishi, watching from the bed, found Fuli’s caution hilarious. “You don’t have to be so careful. He might be small, but A’tong is strong. Just look at how he holds his head up already.”

That reminder made Lin Shuishi’s heart ache. If the birth hadn’t been so difficult, their child would have been even stronger.

Fuli flexed his muscles, cracking his joints with loud pops, then finally reached out. With one steady motion, he lifted the baby in a single arm.

Surprisingly, he held him quite steadily.

Just as he was about to leave, Lin Shuishi, reluctant to part with the baby, reached out and grabbed a piece of soft fabric, wrapping A’tong up snugly.

“Wait! Just… let him drink a little at first. See if he gets used to it. If he’s fine, then we can feed him more.”

Fuli nodded, holding the swaddled child securely as he strode out of the den, heading straight for the wolf king’s lair.

The wolf king had been busy fighting the wildfire on the western ridge. When he finally returned, he was just in time to hear that his brother had nearly lost his mate in childbirth. The first thing he did was hunt a fresh wild ox to help Lin Shuishi recover—he had been running around tirelessly, stressed enough to have a short temper. Finally, he could relax, lying deep within his den to catch his breath.

And then, not long after, his brother barged in—this time with the newborn in his arms.

Fuli stood before him, calm and straightforward. “He needs milk.”

The wolf king was too exhausted to argue. He barely lifted his head, flicked his ears in acknowledgment, then curled up and went back to sleep. Even the rowdy wolf pups tumbling all over him were ignored.

The mother wolf queen, however, stirred. She sniffed the tiny human child with curiosity, her lake-blue eyes blinking as she observed him. Then, without hesitation, she lay down, ready to nurse.

Fuli wasted no time. He laid the swaddled A’tong gently beside her, letting the baby rest on the warm den floor.

The newborn was so small he was nearly the same size as the wolf pups. Drawn by the scent of milk, he instinctively latched on. However, after only a moment, he paused.

Something felt wrong.

His tiny mouth released the wolf’s teat, his little face scrunching up in confusion.

Wait. This was… wrong.

Where was his mother?

He was about to cry when the mother wolf leaned in and gave him a gentle lick, her warm breath soothing against his tiny body. In the wolf pack, it was common for pups to nurse from multiple mothers to ensure survival. The concept of switching between them was natural.

Fuli, however, wasn’t in the mood for a tantrum. He pressed a firm hand against his son’s head and growled low in beast tongue.

“Your mother has no milk. Drink. If you make him worry, I’ll punish you.”

The newborn struggled for a moment, but there was no other choice. He was hungry.

So, with no other option, A’tong reluctantly latched onto the mother wolf and began drinking. But even as he fed, he still missed Lin Shuishi.

Fuli, satisfied, crossed his arms and watched.

To his surprise, the tiny child drank with impressive strength. Wrapped in his soft fur-lined swaddle, he looked delicate and harmless—yet oddly… adorable.

In contrast, the wolf pups in the den, upon seeing the mother wolf lying down with her milk-filled belly exposed, immediately rolled off the wolf king and pounced forward, eager to feed as well.

The wolf king opened his eyes, casually blocking the little ones and herding them into a corner. The pups bit and tugged at his tail in frustration, but he merely let out a long sigh.

Ah… what a headache!

Fuli, standing nearby, watched the rowdy pile of wolf pups scrambling over each other. At first, he had no particular reaction, but the longer he stared, the more his expression shifted.

He glanced at the twelve little wolves squirming under the wolf king’s half-hearted attempts to keep them at bay. Then he slowly turned his gaze toward his own “only child.”

“!!!”

His eyes darted between the wolf king’s legs, then down at himself.

“???”

Something wasn’t adding up here! Where had things gone wrong?

That massive den he had spent so much effort expanding… it might not be needed after all.

However, at that moment, Fuli had no idea that despite having just this one child with Lin Shuishi, their home would soon be filled with an endless clutter of toys, clothes, and miscellaneous items.

And before long, as their child grew, that den—no matter how many times he expanded it—would never be big enough…