Nine months into my pregnancy—so close to my due date that my wolf was restless beneath my skin—I picked up my latest prenatal report from the pack infirmary. And right as I stepped into the hallway, I froze.
There was my mate, Lucian Blackwood… attending a prenatal check-up with Sabrina Cross, the she-wolf who had once been his first love.
Sabrina clung to his arm, her voice soft with false worry. “Lucian, you shouldn’t be accompanying me like this. If Vivienne hears about it, she’ll be devastated. She’s almost ready to deliver, too. Aren’t you even a little afraid she’ll take it the wrong way?” she whispered, though her eyes held a glint of triumph she didn’t bother to hide from me.
Lucian bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to her stomach as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His tone was icy as he replied, “She doesn’t know I’m here, and I have no intention of telling her. Her wolf has been overly sensitive lately—maybe it’s the hormones—but her moods swing for no reason. I don’t want her stirring up trouble for you.”
Sabrina’s brows pinched together. “We can’t keep meeting like this. Vivienne’s carrying your pup, too. If she uncovers the truth, I’m scared she’ll—”