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No, I’m pretty sure that would be me. She’s carrying my baby, but she doesn’t remember sleeping with me.

Let alone all the times I snuck into her apartment and made her come on my hand. “We need to talk about that night at Will’s penthouse—the one you can’t remember.”

Her eyes widen, but the front door to the SUV is ripped open and Ranger climbs inside.

I mouth, “Later.”

She nods, snuggling back to my chest.

Shit just got super fucking complicated, but I’m finally at her side, and I will be from here on out.

I just need to find a way to inform her of the fact her baby daddy isn’t who she thinks it is without her hating me when the truth comes out.

“Braxton goes in spot number one. The other one, I don’t even know what he’s done outside of being a shitty boyfriend,” Ranger growls. “It doesn’t matter. Put him in number three, and don’t fuck it up.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to handle that yourself?” Maverick asks.

“It’s your basement of torture.” Gunner nods. “That really feels like a you responsibility.”

“I have to do everything myself,” Ranger mutters. “My house is freshly clean. Pack your bags and get those mutts out of here.”

“Nah, we’ve got a gift on the way for your omega to apologize for fucking up her rescue.” Maverick laughs. “You’ll have to deal with us for another couple days.”

Laken sighs, squeezing my hand before releasing me to walk over to Ranger. She glances at Maverick on the way. “All is forgiven with the shitty rescue.” She makes it to Ranger and leans up on her tiptoes to kiss his jaw. “I thought the basement torture dungeon comments were jokes. Don’t hurt Will too badly. I need to speak to you, Tanner, and Locke as soon as possible.”

“I told you I would make your ex regret his poor life choices.” Ranger bends down to give her a kiss that makes my blood boil.

I’m genuinely fucking shocked to see Tanner with a placid look on his face. I can only imagine what’s going to go down when he realizes he bonded my already pregnant omega.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Laken

My hands shake as I lean against the bathroom counter.

I didn’t even help unload my new belongings from the vehicle. I snatched up the pharmacy bags and bolted for the bathroom in the pack bedroom. If the test I took at the office in Chicago was right, then Ranger is locking up my baby’s father in his torture dungeon.

Maybe I should take one or two more tests, just in case the first few are wrong?

No, three seems like a good number.

I’m pretty sure this is all a big mistake.

“Laken,” Tanner calls through the closed bathroom door. “Are you okay? I dropped your new clothes in the closet.”

My heart pangs, and my chest gets so tight that it’s hard to breathe.

I totally fucked Tanner over, and I didn’t even mean to.

My doctor should have told me during my appointment that, if my suppressants were failing, it was likely my two-in-one birth control could fail too as a result of my body fighting the absorption of the medication. Telling me after the fact seems like a huge failure on their part, but I guess it doesn’t even matter, especially if I was already pregnant that day.

“Aww, shit.” Tanner turns the handle, coming in. “I can feel you panicking in the bond. Don’t stress. If I can deal with Ranger, I promise to try to put up with Locke. I get it. The omega builds their pack.” His hands land on my hips, and he uses his nose to nuzzle my hair away from my neck. I can feel the exact second he spots the pregnancy tests as his confusion rings in the bond. “Not to sound like a know-it-all, but I think it’s way too soon for it to show if me and Ranger knocked you up.”

“No, you’re right. It definitely would be,” I admit, spinning in his hold. “The nurse said something right before the ambush, and I just really need you to not freak out right now.”

Tanner’s head tilts, and he’s so freaking handsome that it takes my breath away. Or I guess that could be the sheer terror at having to tell him what the nurse said.

“Modern medicine has come a long way,” he says, shrugging. “We’re bonded for life. There’s no use freaking out now, although, hopefully it’s something that can be cleared up by a nice round of antibiotics?—”

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