Her alpha walked toward her without a backward glance, wiping her father's blood on his pants. He stood before her with her head bowed, waiting—not in apology or regret, but for her signal that it was over.
Mia placed her hands over his heart, feeling its steady beat, looking up into his eyes. No one—not the alphas, her father's hired guns, or the FBI—made a move. No one spoke.
"Thank you," Mia whispered to her alpha.
"For killing your father?" he growled.
"For protecting me. For keeping me safe."
"Nothing will ever come between us," he said, covering her hands with his own. "You are mine, and I am yours."
"Forever."
Chapter Fourteen
Two months later
"Mia, sit down."
Ty's voice, soft yet firm, traveled across the patio at Kian and Paige's house.
And Mia wanted to obey. She really did.
Yet, somehow she couldn't. She was just too nervous.
"Mia," Ty repeated. This time he didn't just say the words but got up and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her toward his chair.
Reluctantly, she sat down on his lap.
A second later, a woman's long, low cry sounded from deep inside the house.
And just like that, Mia was up again.
Damn. The contractions were getting faster and closer together.
How the hell was Paige enduring it? It wasn't just her friend's cries of pain that had Mia fretting and pacing, it also was how much work she knew Paige was doing in there.
No wonder they called it labor.
Paige had been at this for hours now. Long enough for Randall to drive out to get her and Ty.
At first, Mia had been honored that her friend wanted her there when the baby came.
But now?
Well, now she wasn't so sure.
"Mia," Ty cupped his hand over her shoulder again and guided her back down into his lap. "You need to calm down."
How could she, when—in seven short months—she would be in Paige's position?
Her fear must have revealed itself in her scent because even Randall chimed in.
"She's going to be just fine," he said reassuringly. "Omegas are strong. They're built for this. And Gail knows what she's doing. She was a nurse before she came to the Boundarylands."
Mia knew it was true. Every word.
Gail was doing a great job. Paige was strong. The pup would be fine.
But why did it have to sound so painful?
Mia shifted in Ty's lap as the grunts and screams streamed from Paige's house.
And then it fell silent…to Mia's ears, at least.
Mia held her breath as the alphas looked at each other. Huge knowing grins spread across their faces. They knew something. Something they weren't telling her.
"What?" Mia demanded.
But Ty didn't say a word.
"Tell me!"
Before he could answer, a cry sounded—this one a high-pitched bleat.
A pup.
Mia's eyes welled up with joy.
That was what made all the pain and hard work worth it.
Moments later, Kian appeared in the doorway, a bundle cradled in his arms.
Gail followed right behind him with another.
Another?
"My brothers," Kian announced, pride shining on his face. "I'd like you to meet my little alpha and his sister omega."
Mia's eyes went wide. She turned to Ty. "Twins?"
Her shock must have shown because laughter filled Ty's eyes. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he teased. "Twins are somewhat rare."
"Somewhat?"
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"I don't think it was appropriate for Dr. Cheung to allow you on my research trip."
Cassidy Carr lifted her eyes toward the ceiling of the mid-size sedan she'd picked up from the rental counter at the Sacramento Airports hours ago. She raised her hands and rubbed at the headache that—not coincidently—had been pounding at her temples for the same amount of time.
"You've made that pretty clear, Ian," she said, trying to keep her tone civil and not let her travel partner know how much he annoyed the living shit out of her. But she was a scientist, not an actress. "I heard you say it the first fifty times."
She looked out the passenger side window but still caught him shooting her a glare out of the corner of her eye.
"You don't have to be such a bitch about it," he said. "It's just my opinion."
Yes, Ian Wilkerson's opinion.
The one about how Cassidy shouldn't be in the Alpha Studies graduate program. His opinion about how no woman should be allowed to cross into the Boundarylands and that those who did should be considered deviant by society and brought in for psychological screening. That opinion.
She knew all about it. So did everyone else in the sociology department who stopped to talk to Ian Wilkerson for more than half a second.
The only trouble was a lot of the staff agreed with him.
All except their advisor, Dr. Cheung.
Cassidy had searched long and hard to find a graduate program that would even consider accepting a woman. Dr. Cheung was the first to look past her gender to the passion and thoroughness of her work.
And Cassidy had done her best not to let him down. She'd worked her ass off, rising to the top of her class and becoming his primary assistant during his research trips to the Pacific Northwest Boundarylands.
That was the reason Ian's words were so infuriating.
This was her research trip. Not his.
This would be her seventh visit there in the last sixteen months. Ian, on the other hand, had only visited the Southeastern Boundarylands, and then only once.
This was supposed to be her first solo trip. Her opportunity to prove that she was ready to
