Page 11 of Pregnant Wolf's Mate

The sensation was so sudden and intense that she was thrown to her knees. Her guts churned and she felt so sick that she even considered putting her fingers down her throat. But it turned out she needn’t have bothered because soon she was vomiting so hard it felt like her insides were going to explode.

Still gagging, she sat back on her heels, tensing as she sensed someone standing behind her. Before she could demand to know who was there, she heard the sound of rustling. Instinctively, she sniffed, half-expecting to smell that musky, masculine scent that always clung to Ray.

Maybe he had come to check up on her after all.

Instead, she sensed the sickly sweet smell of feminine perfume and her stomach threatened to upend all over again. Her throat constricted and she groaned as she demanded, “What do you want, Lottie?”

“I just came to see if my sister was okay, and it’s a good thing too,” Lottie said as she sauntered into the clearing and stood over Macie. “You’re sick.”

“I am not.”

“Then what the hell is that?” Lottie demanded, pointing at the puddle of vomit in front of Macie. When she looked down at it, she quickly came to realize it was nothing but a large puddle of bile. There was nothing solid in it.

When did I last eat? she thought absentmindedly.

“I’m not sick,” she insisted and when she finally looked her sister in the eye, Lottie crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“If you aren’t sick, then what are you?” Lottie asked, never blinking. “Werewolves don’t just throw up.”

“Maybe…maybe it’s something to do with how hard I’ve been trying to call my wolf,” Macie admitted. She hated how right her sister was, all the damn time.

“No,” Lottie said, shaking her head. “It’s not that.”

Macie wanted to snarl at her sister that she had no idea what she was talking about. After all, she had no clue what Macie had been going through these last few weeks because in truth, she had barely seen her. Maybe if Macie hadn’t been so caught up in her own shit she might have asked why that was, but in that moment she couldn’t give a damn.

“Okay, Doctor Lottie, what is it?” she said sarcastically instead.

She was surprised when Lottie reached down and grabbed hold of her by the shoulders, yanking her to her feet. The moment she stood before her, Macie started to feel uneasy. She didn’t like the way her sister was looking at her. Nor did she like the way she leaned in and sniffed closely, acting as though she was some kind of bloodhound who was involved in some kind of science experiment to see if they could sniff out the big C or something.

When Lottie’s crystalline blue eyes grew round as full moons, Macie’s heart hitched in her throat. She hated it when her sister was being dramatic but somehow this time, it was even worse. The way Lottie gripped hold of her shoulders, the way she stared at her with open astonishment, it all made Macie feel majorly uneasy. She couldn’t stop herself from blurting, “Well? What is it?”

“You smell different.”

“Different? How?” Macie asked, her unease turning into sheer terror. She didn’t like where this was going one bit.

Lottie leaned in again and gave another good sniff, shaking her head as though she couldn’t believe what she was sniffing. “Macie, you’re pregnant!”

“That’s impossible!” Macie snatched herself free of her sister’s grip and reeled

backwards. Shaking her head over and over, she started to pace up and down the clearing. “That’s just not possible!”

But Lottie seemed not to hear her. Instead, she started to rant, “I cannot believe my little sister didn’t tell me that she wasn’t a virgin anymore! We’ve always been so close. I thought we told each other everything…”

She continued to reel on and on, but Macie could barely hear her. She was too busy going over and over the words, You’re pregnant!

“No, no, no!” Macie screamed at the top of her lungs, turning on Lottie. “Take it back! It can’t be true. You’re wrong!”

But deep down she knew the truth. Lottie’s nose had never been wrong about anything. She had always been a bloodhound, always knowing when something wasn’t quite right, when someone was getting sick even before they started to show symptoms or even when their father came home smelling of another she-wolf who wasn’t their mother. Not that any of it ever made any difference. But this time it did, this time it made Macie feel as though she was going to keel over and die.

Again, Lottie seemed not to hear her and instead of pointing out the fact that she had a sharp nose, she instead began to question, “Who is the father? Who is your mate?”

A lump immediately formed in Macie’s throat. He is not my mate! she thought begrudgingly. Just because she had slept with a guy once did not make him her mate.

“He isn’t my mate! It was a one-night stand. That doesn’t make him my mate,” she blurted, saying the words in her head over and over in an attempt to make herself believe them as well.

But even as she tried to convince herself of the fact, she felt her wolf rearing up beneath the surface. She felt her protesting wholeheartedly, and deep down she knew the truth.

Nothing was set in stone yet. That much was true. Just because her sister’s nose, no matter how accurate it always was, had picked something up didn’t mean that something wouldn’t happen between now and the time when she managed to find out for sure.

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