Alpha Kazan and his hybrid mate
The primal, dominant wolf beneath his skin suddenly went dead silent, captivated by a realization so massive the entire room seemed to lose its gravity.
"I haven't had my period, Kazan," I panted, my grip tightening on his wrists as the final truth tore from my throat. "I'm pregnant. The child Oberon is coming for in eight months... the most powerful entity to ever be born... it’s ours."
Kazan didn't move. For three agonizing heartbeats, the fierce, unyielding Alpha of the pack simply stared down at his own palms resting against my skin. The silence in the room grew so heavy I could hear the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the bedside table.