Page 160 of Conner's Luna

"What if I can't have your babies? There aren't any results printed here."

I kiss her softly. "You can. You will. You're real damn fertile, babygirl."

She looks up at me and nods, slowly. "How soon can you tell if I'm pregnant?"

"A couple of days," I admit.

"So... tomorrow?"

I take a deep breath. "Today," I murmur, dropping my hand to cup her tummy.

Her eyelashes flutter. "Oh. OK." She closes her eyes and I close mine, just holding her in, breathing her in. My honeygirl, my salvation.

"Is it OK?" I ask her quietly. This is not how I wanted her to find out. This isn't how I wanted to get her pregnant, either. I wanted her to have time to finish her degree and enjoy being young, first. I really didn't fucking want her truemate showing up with a newborn pup, or a bunch of sick fucks murdering people, either. I didn't want to feel rushed in Marking her so that I could protect her. I didn't want my wolf to knot her tight little pussy... well, that was OK. I wanted to be more romantic. Give her flowers and jewelry, or, fuck, a bio lab with everything her genius little brain can imagine, first. As it is, my wolf has given her carrots and potatoes and I've given her a laptop that Sarj picked out and set up.

She rests her head on my chest and closes her eyes. "I think it's... it's good." Her head jerks back up, "you'll build me a lab? Maybe with a nursery attached?"

"Anything you want." I hide my smile as best as I can.

Soothed, she curls back up. Dad walks over, smirking proudly, but not saying anything. He's been in a little bit of a snit because Mom told him, without any exceptions, that she was not having any more pups. I can sense his alpha-wolf strutting with the knowledge that his pup is having a pup.

"I spoke with Xander," Dad says quietly. "He, ah, he did take your samples. Months ago. He already had yours, Conner, from your physical."

"He had no right," I seethe. Fucking sperm count's great, Unc. Fuck, I remember doing that shit about three months after meeting Lydia. Thanks, Uncle Alex. His MateLess agenda is ridiculous. I inhale to steady myself and catch the faint hint of my pup and instantly forgive Uncle Alex.

"Yeah," Dad mumbles, before clearing his throat. "I'm sending Bailey home. This little trip to RedMoon just became a lot more dangerous. We can assume that Lydia is a real threat to Bailey and Wilkinson will be looking for his son and grandson. I'm not taking our pregnant luna and a newborn pup into this."

I'd better place a call. I don't like the idea of Bailey being without me or Dad with her. I guess I'll call the second-best in to guard her.

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I help Bailey into my truck, eyeing up Sean as he sits and waits patiently from the driver's seat. He looks a little peaked. Has been for a while now.

"You'll get my girl home safe," I order him.

"Yes, Alpha," is his quiet reply. He sounds sure and firm, so I kiss Bailey on the cheek, holding her gaze for a moment.

"I love you, Conner. Be safe," she murmurs.

"Love you more, babygirl."

I kiss her again, this time our mouths lingering. I hate leaving her, but this situation is growing steadily out of control and I need her to be safe in ClearHowl more than I need her with me.

When I pull away, she smiles softly at me, and even my wolf, salivating for blood, stops to stare at his mate in awe.

It's hard to walk away, so I jog back to Dad's SUV. When I step inside, I grin at the sight of Trey's blackening eyes. What? I slipped... with both fists.

"She's having your pup?" he croaks out.

"Yeah," I reply shortly.

Trey grimaces, his jaw flexing. "I want your promise, Beta, that no one will hurt Mikko," he says to Dad.

Dad's shoulders stiffen. "We don't harm pups."

"Tell me again how you found Mikko," I demand. I sit across from the handcuffed alphason of the RedMoon, my hands dangling between my knees. Claws are bleeding through my fingertips. I hate being this close to a male who put me through hours, maybe days, of agony, without hurting him some more. I hate that he has any sort of lingering connection to my Bailey even more.

Dad sits next to me, leaning back casually, his green eyes fixed on Trey.

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