Page 161 of Her Wolf

“Cora—” Finn began, voice low in warning.

She slapped her hands down beside her on the bed, steeling herself. Her men grew quiet, not even their breaths stirring the air.

“We’re having a baby.”

For a moment, she’d thought they hadn’t heard her.

Then Lars let out a low whistle. “Shit…So you’re not on the pill?”

She slapped him, and he barked out a laugh before nestling his face in her hair. “I’m kidding!”

“You fucking piece of—” she began, before Finn’s hand reached over Lars to stroke her belly. The gentle gesture caught her off guard; she had to blink back sudden tears again.

“Watch your language,” Finn murmured, with another slow stroke.

“Uh…I hate to be the one to ask…” Bailey began, his voice a little unsteady. “But…uh…”

She grabbed his hand, urging it over her belly beside Finn’s.

Inhaling deep, she let out a happy sigh. “It’s ours,” she said. “And that’s all that matters.”

She paused, her lips squirming, and then blurted out, “She’s ours.”

All three her men drew a sharp breath, and the sound made her wriggle between them with a delicious shiver.

“Bonnie,” Lars said firmly.

“Valentine, after my gran,” Bailey said.

“Val—?” Lars cut off with a snort. “Esmerelda. No, Rain. Real hippy like. Huh, Cora? What about Rain?”

Lars’s hand joined Finn’s and Bailey’s.

“You won’t be able to feel her yet,” Cora murmured.

“Shut up,” Lars snapped. “We’re busy bonding with Rain.”

Finn laughed, his large hand the warmest of all. When she looked up, light glimmered in his eyes.

Strange…ever since the fire, she hadn’t seen a touch of anger in them. Something Lars had once called a ‘beast’.

He’d been drunk and she’d been on her period — that had been their first real fight. She’d crapped him out for eating all the biscuits, and after having sworn high and low it hadn’t been him, he’d called her a rich bitch and told her to order more.

So she’d slapped him.

He’d told her she was just like Milo. That she had a beast inside her, just waiting to claw its way out.

Then he’d passed out on the sofa for the rest of the day.

She never could understand why he’d said that.

All she ever saw when she looked at Finn was love.

Dark, twisted love.

The End

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