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Two weeks.

She hadn’t bled.

She was late by a whole week.

Her whole body went numb with shock, and she dropped Kaelen’s hand. He leaned back in surprise to look at her face, but went tense when he saw her expression.

“Selena? What is it?”

Her eyes darted to Ronan, who was looking at her with similar worry.

“Ronan,” she whispered, “I need you to scent me.”

“Scent you? What do you mean, I can smell you from here—”

“Please,” she whispered, climbing out of Kaelen’s lap despite his whine of protest. “Please, just … scent me?”

He handed the deer over to another wolf, cautiously closing the distance between them with a wary expression. She tilted her head to the side, allowing him to drop his nose to the exposed skin.

He sniffed a few times, his hands coming up to hold her hips, his brow furrowed.

“I don’t get it, what am I supposed to be able to—”

His whole body tensed, eyes widening as he pulled back. He scented her again, then a third time. Panic welled in her stomach.

Ronan staggered a few steps back, his face taut. “You’re … you’re…”

“I’m pregnant.”

Chapter 18 - Kaelen

Two words. That was all it took to completely upend Kaelen’s life.

Two words.

Selena’s eyes were shining with tears as she spoke them, her hands clutching her stomach, her scent spiking and dipping enough to make him dizzy.

She was pregnant. She was carrying a child.Theirchild.

Kaelen wasn’t entirely present for what followed. His alpha took complete control over him, reducing him to pure instinct.

It was the same for the others.

Ronan took Selena to her tent, piling her with furs and cushions, Elian and Malek joining them soon after, drawn in by her scent. The four of them snapped and snarled at anyone who even got close to the tent, every protective urge magnified tenfold.

“For goodness’ sake,” Selena said from underneath the mound of blankets after she had calmed down somewhat, “I’m pregnant, not dying!”

Kaelen had nearly growled at her in response, but he was managing to fight out of the haze of instinct, rational thought coming back into clarity.

“Whose is it?” asked Elian once he was done casting close to a hundred magical wards on the tent.

Ronan snarled at the question, “It’s hers. Obviously.”

“Obviously? I’m not sure what you were told growing up, Ronan, but babies are made when a mommy and a daddy who love each other very much have a special cuddle—”

“Fuck off, Benellane,” Ronan growled, muscles clenching, “that’s not what I meant. Usually, an unborn child carries the scent of both its parents. I can only scent Selena in the child she carries, Selena and the magic of the forest.”

“That’s not possible,” said Kaelen, gritting his teeth. Bloody Ronan and his worship of the bloody magic.

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