Page 138 of Alpha's Redemption

“Are you sure?” Macey asks, tears glistening in her eyes, and we both nod.

“Positive! Let us do this for you,” Zoe tells her, and she sniffles but nods.

“So that’s a yes?” I ask, my knees also aching at the position. All she does is nod her head again, unable to form words.

“Yes!” she finally croaks out, and Zoe and I beam with excitement for her.

“We’re going to have a baby!” she suddenly shrieks, hauling us up and into her arms and—since she’s taller than us both—crushing us against her breasts. Tatum, Marcus and Valen join in on our group hug.

As we all separate, Tatum screams out, “We’re having a baby!” while hugging Macey and kissing her head.

“You’re having a baby!” I laugh as the kids all scream excitedly, rushing over to join in the celebrations of our little village growing larger.

ChapterSixty-Three

Macey

Seven eggs later and one finally stuck! The joy I felt when we found out our baby made it past what they considered the safe date was overwhelming. Zoe was devastated each time; just as devastated as me. Some part of my mind thought it just wasn’t meant to be, that Carter had ruined every chance I had once he marked me—the venom of his bite had serious ramifications. I can’t even try to use my own eggs.

The city scientists managed to scramble and find a safe vaccine, thanks to Valen’s genetic mutation—he’s an anomaly and so is Valarian, entirely immune to the effects of the venom—yet for me, the damage is done. Every year for the rest of my life I will need the vaccine to keep from turning forsaken. Things could have been worse, I suppose; I could be dead, just like Emily, and all the others who were infected. Tatum is also subjected to yearly vaccinations too.

Last year, our lives were turned upside down, but one thing we’re good at is rebuilding; and each time we do, our foundations are stronger, reinforced with love and family.

Our tribe has grown, our city united, and for once, we aren’t separated by borders, rules, or stereotypes; the name ‘rogue whore’ is long forgotten. No, those are things of the past—a past I hope will never be repeated.

Instead, the Slasher pack Alpha stood down and submitted to Everly and Valen, and the entire city is now one pack; just people, co-existing together peacefully, choice given freely and everyone united. Valarie’s dream has come true, and for that, I am grateful. It shows all our hard work and sacrifice paid off.

“Here we are,” Doc says, pointing at the screen. Zoe grips my hand as Doc moves the device over her rounded belly. He turns the screen so I can see better. Zoe gazes up at me with a smile on her lips and Everly drops her chin on my shoulder, looking at the screen from behind me. Crammed in the small space like sardines in a tin can, we all watch as Doc finishes the ultrasound.

“You’re having a little boy,” Doc confirms, and Tatum does a happy dance and fist pumps the air. He didn’t really care; Doc could say the kid had three heads and he would be just as excited.

Excitement bubbles within me, and Zoe, I can tell, is just as ecstatic. On the way back to the packhouse, Zoe and I discuss going baby shopping.

Valen and Marcus are at home on baby duty, and tonight we’re doing a gender reveal at the packhouse, but as the car pulls up out front, we hear utter chaos inside. Everly groans, resting her head back on the headrest beside me.

“If we’re quick, we can back out of the driveway before anyone notices,” she chuckles.

“Nope, we’ve been spotted,” Zoe says, and Everly and I lean forward to look out the windowshield. Valen is frantically scrubbing the second floor window, a peg on his nose and wearing gloves.

“Is that–” Zoe looks at Everly.

“Yep. That is poop. Definitely back up, I am not dealing with that today,” she whines, but Valen points angrily at the window. Tatum winds down the window and sticks his head out.

“Are you good, Alpha?” he calls out and Valen shakes his head, trying to open the window, mouthing something, or maybe he’s yelling, it’s hard to tell because he can’t seem to open the window.

“What? We should come back later?” Tatum taunts.

“Yes, that is what he is saying, come back later,” Everly says, tapping his shoulder. “Quick, let's escape. I hear a bottle of wine and eight hours of sleep calling from the hotel,” she says, and Tatum chuckles at her, not realizing she’s dead serious.

“Do you need help?” he yells out. Valen nods his head viciously, pointing and motioning for us to come help.

“What? I can’t hear you?” Tatum yells out the window. Valen presses his lips in a line and facepalms himself before he starts pointing angrily while Everly continues to block the mind-link.

She giggles; Valen hasn’t realized that when he facepalmed himself, he smeared shit down his face.

“Oi, shitface, we’ll come back at a better time,” Tatum hollers, and Valen glares at him, pointing angrily and tapping the window.

“Yes, now let’s go,” Everly says, tapping Tatum’s shoulder. “Quick!” she snaps at him.

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