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Conner, to my surprise, reluctantly allows me to read the note. I gasp, then mutter my own, "fudge."

Nikki got pregnant from the program. She told me just a week ago that the pup is Trey Wilkinson's. I don't think he knows. Save my nephew. Please.

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39 - BMW and BMW

Conner

"I'm coming with you," she insists stubbornly.

"No." I pick her up by her waist and set her outside of the truck.

"That's not funny, Conner. Get out of the way. I'm going."

"She needs to go, Conner," Dad walks over and claps me on the shoulder.

"No."

"Conner Montgomery Grim."

"No."

I fucking lose, of course. Dad threatens to bring her in his truck and of course, I immediately cave. No one will drive my mate but me.

"Will the Council be angry?" she asks me, with a glance over her shoulder at the line of trucks and SUVs following us to RedMoon.

"Our mating is the least of the problem, babygirl. If Ariana is telling the truth, then RedMoon is going to be fucked up by the end of the day. Dad and Uncle Alex have called in every pack in the surrounding six states. They're fucked."

"They sound messed up already," she mutters.

"Yeah. All of the pieces are falling in place, now. It explains a lot, yeah?"

"Do you think Lydia was forced to have a baby?" she whispers. "How, um, how does it make you feel?"

I slam on the brakes and shove the gear shift into park so that I can twist and grab her chin, gently. "You are mine," I tell her fiercely.

The same light inside my gut is reflected in her eyes. "And you're mine," she hisses.

"Good." I release her after kissing her pouty lips and start driving again.

"Maybe she was, but I think she wanted it," I say a few minutes later. "She was too eager to run from me and I know she wasn't pregnant before."

"Do you think she killed Nikki?" she asks me softly.

"She had a reason, a motive," I answer. Sickeningly, I want it to be true. I want to have a reason to destroy my ex-mate. I want to eliminate Bailey's doubts by showing her Lydia's head on a pike. My wolf wants to eradicate the perceived threat to Bailey even more. The word's written on her old bedroom wall in Nikki's blood sent him into a mating frenzy and now that Bailey's Marked and mated, all he feels is bloodlust.

"I think she's very ill, honey," Bailey whispers.

"Wolves don't suffer mental illnesses with the frequency that humans do," I tell her.

She gives me a sidelong glance, "is that statistically factual?"

I open my mouth to reply, yes, of course, it is, but hesitate. "I don't know," I finally reply. "It's just... we have two minds, in a way, so we are less likely to be anxious or depressed."

"But, statistically more likely to have the presence of poor mental health. You have double the chance."

"We've always claimed to be healthier in every way," I admit, "but I guess we don't know. I do know that we aren't likely to have wolves with your IQ."

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