I crossed the distance between us and grabbed Wyatt’s hand. “Come on.”
His brows were still furrowed as I helped him to the next room over where Doreen was waiting. The ultrasound machine was booted up in the corner as I led Wyatt to a chair pulled up next to the exam bed. He sat down slowly, only grunting softly in pain.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
I took a seat on the bed and grabbed his hand again, figuring I should probably explain what was going on before we went any further.
“I’ve had a hunch that something wasn’t quite right for a few weeks now, and today I had Doreen confirm my suspicions.”
His eyes widened as they traveled up and down my body. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
My smile was wobbly, but I held on as best I could. “I’m great, Wy. I’m pregnant.”
His whole body froze. Everything from the tips of his toes to his face turned to stone as I watched him try to process the news. The thawing stage took a little longer as first his fingers gripped mine tightly and finally his lips curled with the most tentative smile.
“Are you serious?” he whispered.
I nodded, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “Doreen’s about to do an ultrasound to confirm it.”
He glanced at her quickly, then the ultrasound machine, then my still-flat belly and then back at my eyes. “You’re pregnant?” he whispered again.
I just nodded, words failing me at the moment.
“All right, hun, if you want to lay back and roll down your pants, we can get a look at what’s going on in there.”
I squeezed Wyatt’s fingers tightly as I reclined on the plastic-covered bed and did as she asked. A few squirts of jelly later and Doreen placed the wand on my belly, moving it in slow circles until she found what she was looking for.
“There they are. I’m seeing… one… two… three sacs in there. Congrats! You guys are having triplets!”
My heart clenched in my chest as I watched the three little heartbeats flickering on the black and white screen in front of me. I turned to Wyatt with easily the biggest smile I’d ever worn in my life.
When his eyes met mine, they were watery but so warm and full of love it felt like my heart would burst. “Those are our babies?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” I whispered, a tear finally breaking loose and running down my cheek.
Wyatt reached out to gently wipe it away before cupping my face. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I get to be this lucky,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper and meant only for me.
I turned my face and kissed his palm as another tear followed the first. “We are lucky, Wy. And now we really need to start planning that mating ceremony.”
He chuckled softly as he worked to keep up with the tears that continued to fall from my eyes. “I’m free tomorrow, Callie girl. You just say the word.”
I laughed too, the knots in my stomach loosening and falling away as I stared into the face of the man I loved. My best friend. My fated mate.
Things hadn’t always been easy between us, but every up and down we went through was worth it because it brought us here. To this point. Where we had our future growing inside me and the rest of our lives to spend loving them and each other. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect start to our forever.
Belonging to Bea
Will an ancient loss keep them apart?
No one can deny that Beatrice McCoy is tough. As the second in command of a large pack, she’s had to be. But when one werewolf in particular wanders into her life, she finds she’s got a soft spot for him and she hates that. So, when she’s sent to take over the Charlotte pack, she figures it’s for the best. Some distance is exactly what she needs to get over this infatuation she has with him.
Will is the original werewolf. The first one of his kind. And it’s made for a lonely existence. He’s wandered the globe for centuries, searching for something he’s never been able to name. Something he thought he’d never find, or perhaps lost long ago. What are the odds he’d discover it in a small mountain town in North Carolina?
When Will shows up on Bea’s doorstep, they’re both forced to face what’s been between them all along. Can she let down her guard long enough to let him in? Or will his age-old heartache stand in the way of their future together?
Coming 2020
Read on for the first chapter of Shift, book one in the Southern Werewolves Series!
Shift
“We, the people, find the defendant: not guilty.”
Yes.
The courtroom erupted with sound. Some in celebration, some in denial, but I sat there quietly.
This was my first case as lead attorney, and I’d knocked it out of the park. The jury had only deliberated for an hour before they’d returned with their decision. The only decision I’d left them with after the words I wove and the evidence I’d pranced before their eyes. Since the first day of this trial, I knew they’d be putty in my hands.
My lips pulled into a small, tight grin as the judge called for order. She dismissed the case with a bang of her gavel, and my lips stretched into a full smile.
I did it.
I packed my things in my brown leather briefcase and stood to face my colleagues.
“Nice work, Montgomery,” John Walsh said as he extended a hand for me to shake. The brittle smile on his face belied his sincerity.
“It was a team effort, John,” I lied.
He’d been expecting me to fail, like most of the
