of a hunter had been just that—rumors. They had originated from a small wolf pack who was just looking to make trouble and Oscar had dealt with them accordingly. But what if Oscar had been wrong and they weren’t just rumors? What if it was true and the hunter had moved on to Fredericksburg? That could explain the call. Bastian decided to stop speculating, take the call, and find out for sure what the hell was going on.

“What’s up, Brady?” Bastian said, taking the call.

“Maybe nothing. Maybe something,” Brady said. “There was a girl here earlier. Blonde, late twenties. She was asking questions about you, said she wanted your phone number. Her name is Rachel, assuming that’s not a fake name. Does it ring any bells?”

It most certainly did ring some bells. At the mention of the name Rachel, Bastian was instantly transported back to Rachel’s bed. He could almost feel her pussy around his cock as it hardened at the thought of her. He could remember exactly how she had smelled, how she had tasted. And how she had made him feel. Even now, a month after they had spent a single night and then an hour or so of the next morning together, he craved her like he had never craved anyone or anything before. He had debated going back to her place a couple of times, but each time, he reminded himself why it was a bad idea. But if she was looking for him, it would be rude not to reach out to her. It gave him a perfect excuse to revisit his fantasies of her if nothing else.

Maybe she’s coming to Houston for some reason, Bastian thought. And she’s looking me up, hoping we can spend another night together. His heart raced at the thought of it. Bad idea or not, he knew he would agree to it.

“I know her,” he said, being sure to keep his voice calm and casual. “Did you give her my number?”

“No. Of course not,” Brady said. “How stupid do you think I am? Is she dangerous?”

“No,” Bastian said, laughing softly. “I had a one-night stand with her a few weeks back. I wouldn’t mind seeing her again as it goes.”

“She left her number for me to pass on to you,” Brady said.

He gave Bastian the number and Bastian scrawled it on the pizza box.

“You had this one-night stand with her a few weeks ago, you said?” Brady asked.

Bastian sensed immediately that there was something Brady wasn’t telling him. His voice had changed just enough to make Bastian’s senses tickle.

“Yes. What aren’t you telling me, Brady?”

“I… umm,” Brady stuttered.

“Spit it out,” Bastian said.

“Well, I don’t think she’s just calling to maybe have another night together or whatever,” Brady said. Bastian raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t interrupt and Brady went on. “You see, when I was talking to her, I sensed another life growing within her. She’s pregnant, Bastian. I think maybe she wanted to tell you.”

Bastian laughed softly and shook his head.

“It’s impossible,” he said.

“But I sensed it. You know I’m never wrong about these things,” Brady said.

Bastian waved his hand impatiently through the air, waving away Brady’s words although he was aware that Brady couldn’t see him.

“I’m not saying it’s impossible for Rachel to be pregnant. I’m sure you’re right about that and I didn’t mean to doubt your senses. I just mean that it’s impossible the baby is mine. Rachel isn’t a bear,” Bastian said.

“Yeah, Bastian, she is. I thought it was weird too that there was a bear in town I didn’t know, but she let me know she’s one of us,” Brady said.

Bastian took a moment to let that sink in. If Rachel was a bear, then any baby she was carrying had to be his unless she had been sleeping with another bear, too. And the chances of that seemed slim if it was him she was trying to contact. Bastian felt a strange mix of emotions. Elation at knowing he might have a baby soon. Protectiveness for that baby, his flesh and blood, his heir. And anger. Anger at Rachel. Because it seemed she knew exactly who he was and had gone out of her way to be in the right place at the right time to catch his attention and get herself knocked up by the most powerful bear in the state. He hated to think of her that way, but what other reason could she have had for not telling him she was a bear? And why hadn’t she insisted they use protection if she wasn’t at least trying to get pregnant by him?

“Okay,” Bastian said after a pause. “If this is true, then that baby is the heir to this pack. I need to call Rachel. I’ll call you back.”

He hung up on Brady without waiting for an answer. He typed the number Brady had given him into his cell phone and hit call. The phone rang a few times and then went to voicemail. Bastian’s cock hardened when he heard Rachel’s voice telling him to leave a message. The sound of her voice dispelled his anger as easily as if it had never been there. He craved her with every fiber of his being, and now that he knew she was a bear, there was no reason they couldn’t be together. It was possible he was gaining not just an heir, but a mate as well.

He left a message asking Rachel to call him as soon as she got his message. He sent Brady a text telling him what happened and then he sat back to wait for Rachel’s call.

* * *

A week had passed since Bastian had left the first message for Rachel. She hadn’t returned his call that night, and he had called multiple times a day since then. She hadn’t taken any of his calls or responded to any of the messages he had left for her. Her voicemail was full now and he

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