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“Holy shit. I could be pregnant right now. With your— Your—” I can’t speak through hiccupping tears, smiling and crying just the same.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet Omega,” Noah chuckles. He soothes me with his loving scent, his voice delicate as he rests his forehead against mine. “I-I can’t believe it either, but yeah. You could be.”

He strokes my stomach in gentle circles with the back of his hand, his wolf nuzzling mine in our bond. All at once, my heart snaps, his touch registering as something bigger: a sign of what I’ve always dreamed of. Noah really does want this too. I can feel it. I drop my head against his chest, breaking into weeping sobs.

“Aliya...” His warm hands soothing my body make me cry harder, my thoughts spilling out of me.

“I never thought I'd have this—” I shake through tears, unable to get any other words out.

Noah kisses my neck, shoulders, and cheek, loving me all over as his deep voice shifts to a whisper. “I know. I’ve always felt how badly you wanted this. I’m here.”

I grip his back, holding him as tight to my body as I can. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you for wanting this with me.”

“I should be the one saying that. You'd be the best mom—” Noah chokes up, his quiet voice breaking with tears. I whimper, nuzzling him.

As our lips meet, salty with tears, there's no doubt in my mind about him being the best dad for our future pups.

11

Three days before the next Full Moon Ceremony, my wolf cuddles against Noah's side as we walk. Rainn walks alongside us, her poofy, brown wolf tail wagging every time she looks at us together.

Rainn is painfully cute in all ways. Her puppy energy never fails to make me smile, but especially in her fluffy wolf form, forcing me into happy pants at the sight of those bright green eyes adoring her big brother. I can understand how Noah sees her as his precious baby sister, no matter how old she is. When we become parents someday, I wonder if he'll look at our baby the same way.

He nuzzles Rainn’s ear as if he can hear my thoughts, and my heart warms at Rainn’s happy whine.

But Noah’s fur bristles, freezing us in place. My wolf stiffens, shocked by the sudden seriousness in my mate.

Then I hear it too: a sharp, petrified yelp.

Noah bursts into a sprint, but time slows. Scents vivify, even to my inexperienced nose, and it hurts my head. Angry, bitter Alpha pheromones mix with a nauseating sting of an Omega in danger. It strikes such a primal fear into me that my wolf loses all ability to move.

But Noah is the opposite. He dives straight for the smell’s source, racing to the outskirts of our territory. My wolf’s nocturnal eyes allow me to see his massive, shadowy form hunker into a deeper sprint in the pitch-black tree line. With his sharp, attacking movement and a roaring snap of his jaws, another large form scampers away.

Satisfied by his chase, Noah turns to sniff something on the ground, which is when Rainn dashes over to help. I’m too terrified to be left alone, so I slink into the leaves and crawl, fighting my fear to follow Noah’s little sister.

But what we find horrifies me far further than anything I expected to see today. My mind absorbs everything in simple, quick glances, my PTSD in overdrive: big Alpha just left. Omega is on the ground. Omega is bleeding. Noah and Rainn lick the Omega’s wounds. Omega is whimpering like she’s scared for her life.

Noah is mad.

The pounding of paws against dry leaves approaches rapidly. I don’t have time to think before a wolf blasts into Noah’s side. A black Alpha.

I yipe in fear, but Rainn tackles me out of the way of Noah’s massive form just in time. I scramble back on my paws, shoving myself into a bush, but Rainn is pure focus despite her panicked scent; she drags the injured Omega to my side in the leaves before huddling up with us in a shaking, petrified mass.

My senses burst into overdrive. Noah’s fangs flash in the moonlight. He gnashes at the attacker, his fury burning through our bond.

Just by their musky, angry smell, I can tell they're both stubborn Alphas—a sign this won't end quickly. My whines escalate as the wolf bites Noah back, nowhere near giving up.

I don’t want my mate to die, Rainn!

But Rainn squishes her side into the stranger Omega and me, keeping a steady barrier between us and the thrashing wolves. It’s okay! Let them work it out. This is necessary.

No! My mate—

Look at me, future Luna.

Everything in me tells me to either run or fight. But I trust Noah, and therefore I trust Rainn. I gaze into Rainn’s emerald eyes, and she whines.

I promise you, he’s okay. This happens a lot with Rogues.

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