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If ever.
Brock had an extra hurdle in that he was human. The La Luna Noir members couldn’t scent his beast or shift with him, which was the first method of getting to know and trusting someone new.
My mate was in Flint’s office with my cousins, and I was unsure whether to go in because I wasn’t part of whatever they were planning.
Pack members were watching him, and I sensed how wary they were.
Brock and I had to have a heart-to-heart about what he wanted and what we wanted as a couple. Despite him saying the pregnancy didn’t factor into our decision-making, we were going to be parents and our lives were going to change.
How I wished we could go back to where we’d both grown up and leave my family’s business behind us.
TWENTY
BROCK
"This is bonkers,” Ranger muttered, crossing his arms as he glanced at me across Flint's office. “No offense, Brock, but this isn’t like the first time where you swan into a restaurant and keep an eye on the bad guys.”
His words stung, though Treyton had said much the same thing when Flint had brought it up. I was family, yes, mated to their cousin. We’d joked and bantered, but I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t human. There was no personal bodyguard wolf inside me. We couldn’t get furry together and bond while we devoured a deer. That would always set me apart.
And though none of the family held my biological link to Emilio against me, there were rumblings from the lower ranks of the pack that I wasn't to be trusted.
But I had put it to Treyton that perhaps Flint chose me for this mission so I could prove myself to the pack? Perhaps that was a reach on my part, but I was the perfect candidate because of my pregnancy that was just beginning to show.
“Enough, Ranger.” Flint used his Alpha voice, and my mate placed a hand on my thigh. “Not only is Brock pregnant, buthe’s human. Dr. Gasper isn’t going to suspect he’s spying on his operation.”
I brushed a hand over my belly, telling our little one I was doing this for babies who weren’t as lucky as them, babies who were being trafficked. I blinked away tears as I imagined someone taking my child and Treyton and I living with the grief.
Dr. Gasper was an OB/GYN. Though he was a shifter, his clientele were mostly human. He was running a profitable trafficking operation. He would whisk the newborn away after delivery, saying the baby was experiencing breathing difficulty. Later he’d inform the family their child had died and would concoct a story as to why they couldn’t see the baby’s body.
Or if the omega was single or widowed, he might traffic the pregnant omega. After the birth, the omega would be enslaved and the baby sold to a wealthy family.
Though this mainly affected humans, Flint and the others said the pack couldn’t ignore what was happening.
My concern was not so much for me, but Treyton. Being a midwife and a Durand, Gasper may have come across him.
“You can’t accompany me, Treyton. Your name marks you as part of La Luna Noir.”
“That’s an easy fix.” He held up his ID that showed his image with the name Wyatt Flanagan. He assured me he’d never come across Dr. Gasper who’d only moved his operation to the city a few months ago. “And I have a backstory with people at the other end of the phone to back me up.”
He showed me a website of a shoe company with him as marketing director. Wow. The pack really attended to all the details, for which I was glad because we didn’t want to be compromised.
“I had considered finding someone else to pretend to be your mate, but no one could mimic the chemistry and intimacy you two have.”
As Flint spoke, my mate brushed against me, and my body tingled. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, and we stared at one another for what seemed like an age.
Flint leaned forward and clapped. “Enough. Keep the goo-goo eyes for when you’re in Gasper’s presence.”
“What in the heck are goo-goo eyes?” Ranger wanted to know.
Flint shot back at his brother, “What you and Matt do.”
“Oh.”
I couldn’t fathom how Gasper wouldn’t be suspicious about Treyton, or Wyatt as he was pretending to be.
“He’ll be suspicious of Treyton at first, but you have to take the lead, Brock. Say your mate wanted you to give birth at home but you said no way.” He added that Treyton had heaped scorn on consulting a doctor, but I had convinced him there were complications. “And now he’s worried about you and the baby.”
We hashed out the details, and Flint handed me a USB. “Don’t be fooled. This is not like a thumb drive that you used to copy assignments.”
