(Tiernan’s P.O.V) Siobhan was absolutely beautiful, dressed in gold and black, and looking like a Goddess damn snack. After we grasped hands and built that pack connection for her, I kissed her as if my life depended on it, and that’s when I smelled it…the subtle change in her scent. Her wildflower and honeysuckle scent had a hint of something else; cinnamon. She’s pregnant! Our mate is pregnant with our pup! Steele roars out, strutting around in the back of my mind. I don’t think she knows. She hasn’t said anything about feeling any type of nausea or anything like that. She needs to take a test, now. Before we go to the reception. How did we not realize the change this morning? Because you were too busy getting your dick wet and Tala was being a tease to me. Makes sense. We walk down the dais, hand-in-hand, making our way back up the aisle and into the packhouse. I pull her up towards our bedroom, and she gives me a puzzled look. “Tiernan, we don’t h

(Artis’s P.O.V) Day after funeral pyres Sitting in the car with my mate, Alpha Brock Malone, was pure torture with his scent surrounding me, nearly suffocating me. He smelled delicious, leather and pine. It had been over a year since I had seen him. A year since I had spoken my official rejection. A year since he had softly said that he did not accept that rejection. Orsa, my bear, and I were slowly dying. I was having difficulty shifting and when I did, it was agony. Orsa stopped talking to me, I rarely heard from her and when I did, it was usually something snarky. I didn’t blame her though; I had taken her away from her mate. Brock hadn’t been doing much better, according to my brother, who happened to be his Gamma. He was angrier than he had ever been, his temper out of control to the point that the sleuth was beginning to fear him for all the wrong reasons. This was worrisome considering Brock Malone was a giant teddy bear, and I’m not saying that becaus