Carrying the Lycan Alpha's baby.
Irritation flares deep in me, “I have spent centuries being alone, taking one or two lovers, smoking my life away, fighting wars, never have I raised a child or taken a mate. Wanting the baby, my baby, means I get to want her, too. The baby is growing in her belly. I cannot cut it out of her. That will even be counterproductive because the baby needs her to survive. I do not need either of them.”
He nods, “So, we send them away? Where? To the mountains? Switzerland? Maybe Budapest? She won’t go, though. She might just be the most obstinate human I have ever seen. She won’t go anywhere.” He scoffs, smiling at the thought of Caroline.
My mouth tastes bitter, but I push down my conflicting emot
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