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I’m pretty sure I did something to genuinely upset the universe.

I like to think I’m a good person.

I don’t purposely screw people over.

I’m excellent at minding my own business, so why is karma punishing me so hard?

“I’m fine.” Kennedy giggles. “Sorry, Laken. We’ve got to run. I’ve got an appointment in fifteen minutes.”

I’m ninety-seven percent sure she knows Will and I dated for almost nine months. At the very least, I guess it’s nice she’s not being rude, considering the uncomfortable situation we find ourselves in.

Will gives me a very confused once-over as I lean against the brick wall for support. I’m too exhausted to care what he thinks. My system is majorly overwhelmed.

My eyes fall shut as my stomach rolls.

It’s not just seeing them together that has me out of sorts. The bomb Dr. Meyers dropped on me sits on my chest like a boulder.

The warm sun beats on my face as the noise of the busy Chicago streets fills the air. From the sounds of it, Kennedy and Will head inside the building for her appointment.

“Why are you here?” Locke growls, making me jump.

My feet leave the pavement as I jolt, and my eyes pop open. “I had a doctor’s appointment. Why are you here?”

“For the love of God,” Locke hisses, running his fingers over my cheek. “Tell me he didn’t knock you up too?”

“Ew,” I grunt, slapping his hand away. “I was here, trying to get a refill on my suppressants.”

He hums, shoving his dark hair behind his ear as the ends whip around in the wind.

I snort. “Except, a refill is a no-go. The doctor said I need to take a break. My body is rejecting them, meaning I have three weeks or less to find a compatible pack and a way to sweet-talk my job into not firing me when they hear the news.”

“Christ.” His pointy canines dig into his plush lower lip as he studies my face. “That’s a lot.”

“Yeah,” I agree, blowing air through my closed lips.

“Are you doing okay other than that?” he asks.

“I’m good.” I force a polite smile that feels especially fake.

“Come on. I’ll walk you to your car.” He doesn’t give me the chance to object.

Not that I would have.

It’s daytime in the middle of a busy area of the city, but the closer I get to my heat, the more attention I seem to garner.

“Thanks.”

“You need a keeper.” He keeps me close to the building, mean-mugging every businessman and hipster that walks past us. “You smell way too enticing to be out and about without security. At the very least, you need a pack to watch your back.”

I almost snort.

So much for him not being attracted to my scent.

“Is Kennedy really pregnant?” I ask, because my brain is kinda stuck on that.

“That’s what she said.” He shrugs. “You dodged a bullet there.”

“Yeah.” My car comes into sight, and I pick up the pace to get to it.

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