Chapter Twelve

BAILEY

I'm lying down on the bed because I started to feel so light headed and dizzy from all of the new information floating around my head. It's not every day that someone gets told they're a werewolf and that they have an extremely good looking mate who they're destined to be with. That I was practically made for him and to birth his children. Or will they be called pups?

No wonder I always trust Nero, my body is hardwired to want to be with him.

Ugh! I have a headache.

A knock on the door interrupts my over-thinking and I don't know if I'm pleased or not. I need time to process, To think.

"Who is it?" I ask, staring up at the ceiling.

The door opens and I lift my head up to see Nero poking his head into the room. "I have gifts." I give him a puzzled look and he holds up a large bag. "Your things."

I stand with a gasp, ignoring my light-headedness. Nero enters the room with a couple more bags of my stuff. At first, I'm so thankful that I have some of my belongings but then I rethin