“You’re welcome, but I think we have our child to deliver.”
“Yes, we do. I hope you’re ready, Kade MacKenzie.”
“Always,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. “Next time you need to, darling, push.”
So that’s what she did. Kirsty knew he helped her. Using his Alpha power to free her from a large portion of the pain as she fought to bring their child into the world. She was grateful for that, damn, she’d be forever grateful for that. Who the hell wouldn’t?
Kade changed his position so she leaned against his chest, his arms snaking around and between her legs. His fingers probing gently. “I can feel the head!”
His voice excited as she drove down again, feeling the pressure give as their child’s head popped free. “I’ve got the head. Hold on a moment, sweetie. Aye, it’s ok, the cord’s not wrapped around the neck. Wait, wait.”
Kirsty groaned. “I can’t. I’m not doing anything, it’s just coming.”
With that their child slipped out and into Kade’s strong, waiting hands.
“Holy hell! I’m a father!” Kade yelled, slowly lowering them both to the ground as they gazed down at their son.
It was then that Fiona arrived with Isla and several other guards who stayed further back, giving them privacy.
“Well, well, looks like you two managed on your own.” Fiona beamed at them, setting her large leather satchel down and dropping to her knees.
“Fiona! Please check him over. Is he okay?” Kirsty begged.
Kade held their son firmly, reluctant to release him. “He’s fine. He’s ours. How could he be anything other than perfect.”
Fiona cut the cord, checking the baby over and swaddling him up in a soft blanket she pulled from her satchel before handing him to Isla to hold. “I just want to check Kirsty and then we need to get her home and cleaned up. She’ll need to rest but I’m sure she’ll be fine even though she’s had a rather exciting delivery.”
“Is he all right?” Kirsty asked, staring at their son.
“He’s perfectly fine.” Fiona did what was required for Kirsty as Kade held her in his arms then pronounced her fit to return to camp, albeit in his arms.
“Isla, stay close,” Kade ordered roughly as he carried Kirsty.
“Aye.” Isla smiled down at the sleeping child.
“No—” Kirsty shook her head, holding out her arms. “I need my son, please.”
Isla seemed reluctant to hand over the child, patting his head gently before releasing him into his mother’s arms. Kirsty settled her head against Kade. “Now we can go home. I’m a wee bit tired and you know what? I hope Skye’s made scones ‘cause I could fair go some right now.”
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For my own Alpha, Joseph.
Zohar threw his phone down, watching it bounce on his bed and fall off the edge, not bothering to check if it was still in one piece as he cursed. “Fuck.”
That’s what he hated about favors, they always got called in. It had been over five years since Shade Shawcross had helped him find a renegade Council Guard, and damn it, he’d thought the Alpha would not cash in on the aid he’d given. Zohar had lied easily to Shade, telling him he was on a mission instead of languishing in his cabin with his guts on fire.
Blackness surrounded him as he fought to control the urge to tear outside and hunt. Again. He wasn’t stupid, he’d heard of the damn Hunger, but there was no way in hell that’s what was wrong with him. His soul weighed down with the dark deeds he’d carried out over the years for the Council. He knew better than to believe the Goddess would grant him a soulmate. Fuck, nobody in their right mind would come anywhere near him.
Not with everything he’d done, things that made his skin crawl and kept him up at night. Yeah, the great Zohar couldn’t sleep because of nightmares. Bet that would raise a few eyebrows if it ever got out.
The darkness he held inside him, closely guarded and locked up tight with the iron will he worked so fucking hard on. If not, he didn’t dare think of the consequences. Shit, he’d be on the receiving end of someone just like him if he ever lost control and that confrontation would not end well. Not at all.
Zohar knew every Enforcer the Council had in their employ, and not one of them could take him down. Even if there were a group of them, he’d probably still be able to take them on and walk away. If he managed that, it would mean his comrades would be dead. Something that he couldn’t comprehend, far less envision living with.
These past few days had been hell on earth. What with trying to hide what was going on with him, and still ensure the Council’s missions were covered, it hadn’t been easy. If it hadn’t been for his Second in Command, Danko, Zohar was certain his illness would’ve been uncovered.
Zohar heard soft footfalls approaching his remote cabin, his ears pricking up, he rose and stalked through to meet his unwanted guest. Danko’s hand raised to knock when Zohar opened the door, grunting. “What?”
Danko raised an eyebrow. “Don’t use that tone with me, my friend. Let me in.
