Page 62 of Stealing Sloane

She was more certain now more than ever that she loved him and wanted to be with him. She’d also gotten used to the idea that she was pregnant with his pup, a fact they confirmed right away with several pregnancy tests after that first time. Out of curiosity, she also cut a finger with a paring knife, marveling at how quickly her skin healed up.

Her wolf let out a satisfied, if not smug, yip. Perhaps she should have listened to her wolf in the first place, as it had obviously been trying to tell her that Jacob was someone special to them.

“I’m glad that’s over,” Jacob said. “I just want to go home.”

“Home?” Lizzie cried. “Aren’t you sick of your bachelor pad by now?”

“Excuse me, it’s no longer a bachelor pad.” He smiled over at Sloane. “Besides, now we can start searching for a bigger place, with all the babies I’m gonna put inside her for the next couple of years.”

“Eww, gross, I don’t want to know what you put inside her.” Lizzie gagged. “But, anyway, you can’t go home yet. We’re having a party to celebrate.”

“Party?” Sloane asked. “Where?”

“Here, of course.” The doors to the conference opened and several people poured inside carrying balloons, bottles of champagne and trays of food.

“Lily?” Sloane cried as the older Lycan came over to embrace them. “Why, who else?—”

“Everyone,” Lily exclaimed, gesturing around her. “Everyone’s here.”

Lily wasn’t exaggerating,everyonewas there. Aside from the ones who had come to rescue them from Ronan, there were a fewmore people from his family that arrived that she’d previously met, including Jacob’s adopted human brother Anthony and his wife Hannah and their daughters Blaise and Marie, some of Jacob’s friends from the clan, like Marc Delacroix and Bastian Creed, and a few more she hadn’t been introduced to yet.

“C’mon guys, make way for the food, I’m hungry,” Lizzie called. “Did you make sure you have enough food for all the pregnant ladies here, Grams?”

“I got you covered,” Lily said with a laugh. “Don’t you worry.”

Despite it being a weekday, the offices of Lone Wolf seemingly shut down for their impromptu party. Sloane couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate, and from across the room, she caught her sister’s eye. They held each other’s gazes for a moment, and though no words passed between them, there was a sense of understanding there. If there was such a thing as twin telepathy, she sent Stella one message:It’s finally over.

And that’s exactly how she felt. After two years of carrying the burden of what happened to their parents, they finally got the justice they deserved.

“Hey,” Devon greeted and handed her a glass of champagne. “Everything good?”

“Yeah.” A single thought still permeated her mind:Holy fucking fuck, Devon Fucking Hale is my brother!She wasn’t sure she’d ever get over it. “And you? Are you good?”

“Yeah, I’m all good. Everything is wonderful.”

She followed his gaze, which flickered over to Charley, who was chatting with—“Holy fucking fuck, is that Renée Rose?”TheRenée Rose, pop superstar, stood about ten feet away from her, casually eating from a plate of fried chicken and biscuits.

Devon barked out a laugh. “Yeah. It’s a long story, but basically, she’s Arch’s True Mate, so I guess we’re related to her now.”

“No shit.” She took a sip of her champagne, then promptly spit it out. “What the fuck?” The bubbly liquid tasted vile, and it made her want to retch. She spun around so she wouldn’t spew her lunch all over Devon, but unfortunately, her arm hit something—or rather, someone, and sent the champagne glass crashing to the floor.

“Hey!” a familiar voice said. “Sloane, congratulations on, well, everything.”

“Olivia?” Sloane hadn’t seen her since she disappeared that night at Blood Moon. “You’re here.”

“Of course I am.” Olivia pulled her into a hug that filled her nose with the scent of expensive perfume. As usual, she looked utterly stunning, and if it were possible, even more so now, with her long platinum hair pulled back and her perfect skin glowing. “I’m so glad to hear everything worked out and?—”

Crunch.

“Oops.” Her expensive red-bottomed shoes stepped right on the broken champagne glass. “I should get?—”

“Let me—” They knelt at the same time to reach for the remains of the flute, their fingers touching the slivers of broken glass.

“Ah, shit.” Blood spurted from her fingers as the sharp edge cut into her skin.

“Ouch,” Olivia exclaimed as a large shard sliced into her palm.

“Good thing I’m invincible,” Sloane chuckled as she held up her fingers, then grabbed Olivia’s bloody palm. “Let’s get you some—” She sucked in a breath. “What the hell? Is that—” She wasn’t sure if she was seeing things or?—

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