Page 34 of Sasha's Wounded Wolf

“What’s got that big grin on your face?” Nico asked, popping up beside me and scaring the hell out of me.

“Nothing,” I said, narrowing my gaze at him when he looked me up and down, gaze pausing on where my hand pressed to my belly.

“Are you—”

“Don’t even say it,” I warned. “Rowan’s going to know first, damn it. We’re doing things right this time.”

My brother’s expression softened, and he mimed zipping his lips closed before dropping a kiss on my cheek and moving down the hallway toward his room. He hadn’t officially joined the Rigton wolves, but it was only a matter of time. He wasn’t leaving me, and I wasn’t leaving Rowan.

Rowan was watching Lincoln and Uriel play a video game when I walked in. His gaze immediately locked onto me, and he held out his hand. I walked over, but instead of letting him pull me into his lap, I tugged.

“Come with me.”

He didn’t question. He merely rose and followed me back upstairs. He had his shirt off by the time we reached the bedroom and was toeing off his shoes while I shut the door.

“Rowan.”

God, it was amazing how much he wanted me. He was always hard and ready. One glance at the bulge in his jeans, and I knew this time was no different.

“What?” he asked then frowned when he noticed I was still fully dressed. “Is it too much?”

“Never,” I swore. “But I wanted to show you something.”

He sat on the bed, moving until his back was against the headboard.

“I’m all eyes.”

I laughed.

“Hold that thought.”

I walked into the bathroom and picked up the stick with two pink lines then returned to the bedroom and tossed it to him.

“What’s this?” He glanced briefly down before staring back at me.

“One line is negative. Two are positive.”

“It’s positive,” he noted as he raised the stick to give it a better look.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“What…” He trailed off, and I saw the moment it connected for him. He pounced off the bed and prowled toward me. “You’re pregnant?”

I nodded then felt a tear slip free when he went to his knees before me and lifted my shirt to reveal my still-flat belly. He pressed tender kisses over my stomach.

“Can you feel them yet?”

“Not yet,” I told him with another laugh.

He glanced up at me. “We’re having a baby.”

“We’re having a baby,” I agreed then cried out as he shot to his feet, hauling me into his arms and swinging me around.

“We’re having a baby!” he yelled.

Scooping me up, he ran out of the room and downstairs yelling. Every wolf in the room was on their feet, searching for danger when we got there.

“What the hell’s going on?” Easton demanded, claws already out.

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