“If that’s how she wants to do things then you should allow her these last few moments, my friend. After today everything changes. You know and so does she. So, sit back and let her wander around as if she doesn’t have a care in the world.”
“I can fucking feel her pain, Danko!” Zohar hissed. “How can I sit here and pretend I don’t?”
“Suck it up.” Danko laughed back. “She’s more than a match for you. Haven’t you learned that this past year? She’ll have your balls if you start making a fuss before she wants you to.”
“Fuck!” Zohar drank the beer down in one go, crushing the can as if it were nothing more than paper and tossing it in the trash can. “Where’s Gwenola?”
Danko nodded off to their right. “She’s there, ready and waiting with Katel.”
Zohar’s eyes returned to Maisy who had started to make her way toward them, her face now white and strained. “I can’t sit here any longer. Look at her. This is too much to ask of anyone, far less a mate.”
Danko’s hand shot out, grabbing Zohar’s arm. “Don’t do it, buddy. She’ll be angry if you do.”
“I don’t care,” Zohar snarled. “I’ll face her anger. Fuck, I’ll face the Devil himself rather than sit and watch my mate suffer.”
At that moment Maisy’s eyes locked with his, a soft moan escaping her throat a second before she whispered, “Zohar, darling, I need you now.”
His enhanced ears picking up her words as if she’d shouted her plea. In an instant, he was on his feet, stampeding toward her. He reached her in seconds, scooping her up into his arms, careful not to jar her swollen belly. “Maisy, why did you do that? You’ve been having contractions for a while now, so why did you think it was a good idea to go for a walk around the camp?”
She grimaced as she reached up, stroking his face. “I just wanted to have one last look at everything, everyone, as just me. As Maisy, not as a mother. From now on everything will be different, I’ll be different, we’ll be different, and I wanted to sear this moment in my memory. But now I need you to take me inside because our son is being rather insistent. He wants to meet us, Zohar, he wants to meet his mommy and daddy. So, you better get Gwenola and Katel.”
Zohar looked over his shoulder, roaring for the new Pack Healer. “Katel! We need you, now!”
Gwenola and Katel rushed toward their cabin as Zohar carried his precious cargo inside. His beautiful mate whispering, “Darling, we’re going to be parents.”
“I know, my love, I know.”
His heart filled with a love so immense he wondered how it could fit inside him as he walked toward his future. One filled with a mate he adored, a son he’d cherish, and a life he’d once thought he never deserved. Oh, how wrong he’d been.
Even he, the dark Enforcer could be saved and find that most glorious of things: a soulmate.
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Sheba’s beast pawed inside her mercilessly, causing her skin to crawl and ripple as she fought to appear completely in control. Her mother sidled up behind her, a calm hand landing at the base of her back, the soft touch enough to snap her unruly Wolf back to days gone by when it knew who was boss: her mom.
She didn’t acknowledge the interaction. Not while she stood before the entire Pack. She’d been Alpha for barely a year, and a female one at that. The first in the Dark Moon Pack’s history. Sheba had fought tooth and claw to take over after her father died at the hands of the rogues who had slaughtered him, and she wasn’t about to show weakness now. No matter that her Wolf was being a first class bitch, and she had no idea what the hell was wrong with her.
Standing on the porch of the Alpha’s cabin, holding her arms high above her head, Sheba raised her voice. “Silence!” she roared, calling the Pack to order.
Her Beta, Raylon, paraded back and forth, his massive dark form scowling at anyone who dared utter a sound. His presence alone was enough to shut even the largest mouth and she barely suppressed the smirk that threatened to tug her lips upward. Instead, she kept her face a mask of concern as she addressed her people. “All right everyone, you know why we’re here . . . damn rogues have been on our land again. Not just our land, but surrounding Packs have reported attacks and at least we haven’t had that . . . yet. It’s only a matter of time or just dumb luck. We need to take this matter seriously before someone is hurt, or worse.”
Sheba watched as faces showed a gamut of emotions: shock, hatred, fear, and everything in between. She didn’t blame them. They had a large proportion of youngsters in their Pack and that meant they were vulnerable. She saw mothers tugging their pups closer, her heart thudding in her chest at the
