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The baby was too little to have anything like thoughts. Dr. Lim had given me a thick book on omega pregnancy with an expanded section on what to do if you were high risk. Reading the book had made me cry, because it was all about the happy time in the pack’s life getting ready to welcome their baby!

I’d skipped past that and gone to the actual pregnancy symptoms and growth of the baby. The baby was the size of a raspberry at this point and growing body systems like the beginnings of the lungs.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture my baby. I would give birth in a hospital, Dr. Lim would deliver, and a wrinkly little baby would be put in my arms.

The thought made me happy, but I didn’t feel…overjoyed like I thought I should. What if I told my not-pack about the baby, and they ignored me?

I sighed and forced myself to take a deep breath then breathe it out slowly. That was their problem. I had four cousins and two sisters who would spoil the baby rotten. If they wanted to be idiots, that was on them, not me.

I felt a little better about the decision. Raina would get back to me with their contact info, and I would let them know.

Chapter11

Luna

Halos’s truck pulled into the driveway, waking me out of a doze. I climbed off the couch and opened the door.

He held a white paper bag up in victory, but then frowned. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, hoping I didn’t look too terrible. I’d just bathed and everything. “I just slept badly.”

Halos followed me to the couch, not looking reassured. “I got extra chips.”

“Because you’re a saint.” I held my hands out for the food, ravenous. The faint scent of yeasty bread and cold meat made my stomach growl. I wasn’t supposed to eat cold cuts for fear of listeria, but the deli Halos got the sandwiches from catered to the rich and snobby. The meat was probably safer than the meat at my grocery store.

He sat on the couch, and I curled up next to him, chowing down on my sandwich. He put his arm around me, and bliss briefly made me pause my quest to inhale the sandwich.

We were snuggling while I was eating, and it was the best I’d felt in months. Since I came back from Vegas.

My inner omega did a victory lap. I leaned my head against him, careful to keep my sandwich in the wrapper so I didn’t get crumbs all over us.

He opened his own sandwich and the spicy scent of mustard and roast beef hit my brain like the best alpha scent in the world. I eyed his sandwich, still halfway through my own.

“You want some?” He laughed. “You haven’t tried their spicy roast beef?”

“I usually hate mustard.”

He handed me his sandwich, but reason caught up with my hindbrain. “It’s your food. I can’t eat your food.”

“Yes, you can,” he said, his voice amused and pleased. “It’s yours now.”

“But you’re hungry.” I pouted.

“I’ll order delivery and they’ll bring us more sandwiches.” He lifted his phone in his free hand.

A very short internal debate warred inside me, but the spicy mustard smell was too much to pass up. My stomach growled and my mouth watered. Halos ordered more take out and I finished off my sandwich and ate his.

I expected him to be disgusted, but instead the quiet alpha looked pleased, like he’d single-handedly climbed Mt. Everest. “You’ve got great taste in food.”

“I’m starving.” I opened the bag of chips. “I haven’t eaten in three days.”

He froze, and then I realized what I said out loud.

“I mean, I tried.” I tried to salvage the conversation. “My stomach is being really stupid.”

“Hmm.” He gave me a look much like Raina’s, like he wasn’t buying my bullshit. “Someday soon you’re going to tell me what’s going on, but until then you don’t have to pretend everything is fine.”

I squirmed. The look he was giving me was sexy, like he would make sure I was taken care of whether I wanted it or not. On my cousin, it made me want to tell her to get out of my business. On Halos? Everything inside me heated up.

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