Chapter 11

Reed

“It should be impossible, but she is pregnant!” the pack doctor says as I stare at my mate through the window.

She is still unconscious from passing out at the party, and concern slashes through me. My mate is pregnant. Surely, it must be with my pup since we formed a knot.

Damn it.

Will she recover from this?

What even is her name?

I know nothing about her!

“Is her pregnancy the reason she passed out?” I ask without peeling my eyes off my mate’s form in the hospital bed.

“She hasn’t been eating things a pregnant werewolf should. Since a werewolf is only pregnant for two months, or, to be exact, nine weeks, food, vitamins, and iron intake are even more crucial,” the pack doctor explains.

“And she hasn’t had any of that?” my voice is tight as I focus on her pale form. The sight of my mate’s fragile body sends a surge of protectiveness coursing through my veins, and my wolf whines pitifully within me.

I intend on spoiling the shit out of her as soon as she wakes up. My mate sh