Satosugu Mpreg Novels & Stories

Someone had done this. Mara walked ahead, her rifle raised, but the weapon looked almost too small for the weight she carried on her shoulders. The flickering lights cast long shadows against her face, making her eyes look hollow and sharp all at once. She had gone into soldier-mode, the part of her brain that shut everything out except the threat. I envied her. My mind wouldn’t stop running. “I’m telling you,” she whispered without turning, “that surge came from inside the core matrix. No way external pressure caused a spike like that.”

I just feel so relieved having him with me, but when the rogue snarls, Wesley’s face goes from calm to looking pissed off. He bares his teeth at the rogue and then charges forward, pummeling the smaller wolf with all his might. Fur flies everywhere as Wesley bites and absolutely murders the other wolf, and I avert my eyes. I can’t watch the violence without feeling sick to the stomach. It seems it’s harder for me to handle the smell of blood now that I’m pregnant.