“How are you feeling this morning baby?” I cock my head and ask her softly while lying next to her on the bed.She barely opens her eyes as I run my fingers through her silky hair before she answers, “I have been better.  Honestly, if you keep that up, I am going to fall back asleep.  It feels so good.” She almost whispers and smiles before struggling to sit up.“Let me help you.” I say while I place my hand behind her back and watch her sit up to look at me with a questioning look on her pale face. Stretching, her bones creak and then she opens her eyes wide and says, “I feel fat.” When she looks at me with a frown looming on those sensuous lips of hers.How could she feel fat?  When she is always gorgeous in my mind.  I love her and nothing will change that.  Even when she becomes the size of a beached whale. Just thinking that, makes me laugh and then she glares

Things will change when the pups are born.  Arabella’s parents will want to visit and see them.  Hell, they probably will want to stay for a while too.  “I guess I can deal with that.” I murmur under my breath while scratching my neck. It’s amazing how big she has gotten since she has become pregnant.  Matter of fact, none of her clothes fit her anymore, so I have had several tailored especially for her. The minute the tailor brings them to our door, she jumps up and says, “Oh my gosh.  These are for me?” With a big smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. Is it bad that I did this just so I could see the delight on her face?  I know full well that later she will thank me in ways I can only imagine.  Or perhaps can hope for.Smiling, I answer, “Yes.  Of course, they are.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Yesterday, I saw that nothing i

Rushing into the forest, I head in the direction that I heard her scream.  After several minutes, I keep running even though I hear nothing more except for the birds singing above my head.  I stop to scan the area for any signs of a struggle or if I can find anymore of her blood on the vegetation, but with nothing to go by, I pick a direction that calls to me for some reason. This time I am right fortunately, because the next thing I know I am just outside a small camp made up of two tents thrown together by tarps and ropes.  In the middle is a fire blazing and sitting next to it is Arabella and not a vampire, but another werewolf.  I can only tell, because her scent is so strong, and she looks like a rogue. She has tattoos all up and down her arms and her hair is formed into a mohawk with a braid hanging down the nape of her neck.  Arabella is sitting next to her bound by the wrists and the ankles, or at least it looks like. 

“Doctor Hines, will she be alright to come home today?” I ask him quietly while concerned that something else might happen. The only problem with this whole scenario is the last couple of days while she was in the hospital room, there have been threats on her life and the pups.  So, being scared to lose her, I stayed here at her side to make sure that no one would even come near her.  It worked for the most part except last night a woman came in disguised as a nurse.  Before I knew it, she was on Arabella and tried to pump something into her veins. Dr. Hines, turns around with a grin on her face and asks jokingly, “Why?  You can’t wait to get her back so you can be alone with her again, can you?” He starts to chuckle, but then he sees the stern look on my face and thinks twice about it before continuing.  “Look, she will be alright assuming there are no more death threats or anyone who gets near h

The minute we get there, I check to make sure that it is safe and sound before I hurry to scoop her out of the car and take her inside.  Opening the door slowly, I notice that it is unlocked and that concerns me a little, but perhaps Omega Dillon forgot to latch it when he left.  What is even more concerning when I get inside, is the fact that the building has been ransacked.  The furniture has been turned upside down and some things are strewn all over the front room.  “What will the rest of the cabin look like?”  I begin to wonder while turning over the small couch and a chair in the living room. When I reach the back bedroom, I see it lying there on the floor.  A dead deer that looks strangely familiar and then I remember it.  If I am not mistaken, this is the same mother that protected her fawn the same night that I first met Arabella.  Now I am saddened by the prospect that I may find the fawn dead al