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“Better?” I asked, my face so close enough to hers that I could see my breath move the stray strands of hair around her face. The lust in her eyes was enough to make my wolf growl with fresh need.

“Maybe a bit more,” she said, panting. She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my stiffening cock. She gave asmall smirk, her nails pressing into my back. “I think you might need to convince me for a while.”

I grinned. “However long you need.”

Chapter 12 - Jenn

“How are you feeling?” I asked Freya as I handed her a bowl of soup.

“Better,” she said. “But I’m starting to feel a bit cooped up.”

“That’s good, though,” I said, sitting on the foot of the bed. “It means you’re getting healthy.”

“I’d hope so, after everything your boy’s been doing for me,” Freya said. “He’s been doing wonders.”

“He’s not my boy,” I said automatically.

Freya gave me an exasperated look, the spoon halfway between the bowl and her mouth as she stared at me. “You’re having his cub, and you don’t think he’s your boy? What else would you call him?”

I glared at her. “I thought we agreed not to talk about that.”

She shrugged. “Sorry, but I’m starved for interesting stuff around here. This is huge."

It had been two days since I figured out I was pregnant. My scent had changed, and it would be painfully obvious to any shifter with a nose that I had a cub on the way.

I’d told Freya yesterday about the baby. She’d been shocked but happy for me, and had agreed not to tell anyone and to avoid the subject of Klyte until I was ready.

Though, it seemed she’d forgotten that part of the agreement. Or she was just ignoring it.

“Honestly, though?” I let out a puff of air. “He’s been surprisingly good. I thought he would be more of a pain orimmature about the whole thing, but he’s been really sweet about it.”

“I’m not surprised,” Freya said, sipping daintily at her soup. “The guy is crazy about you.”

I didn’t answer, instead biting my lip and becoming very interested in what was happening outside. Because no matter what Freya said, the memories of how Klyte had just left and never spoke to me again were still there. And now he was going to be the father of my cub.

Common sense told me that there was a chance I was overreacting. He hadn’t given me any indication that he planned on leaving or was scared off by the promise of a baby. But the fear in my stomach twisted that common sense and told me I was giving him too much credit.

Movement outside dragged my attention from my thoughts. A large dark-haired figure was coming toward the house. Jameson. I could just make out his furrowed brow and the thin line of his mouth. Whatever news he had, it wasn’t good. My stomach clenched.

He disappeared from view, and a moment later, the doorbell rang.

I hurried to the bedroom door and opened it. I could already hear Klyte’s footsteps walking across the foyer and the front door opening.

“What’s up?” Klyte asked. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear the tension in his voice. I inched toward the stairs, straining my ears to hear better.

“Nothing good,” Jameson said. “We haven’t been able to locate Isaac, but we’ve gotten word of a big group coming this way. We think they’re connected.”

“That’s good, though.” I could hear the relief in Klyte’s voice. “That means you know where to look and can take him out. How is that bad?”

“It’s a big group, Klyte,” Jameson said. “Malcolm guesses that Isaac’s using his position as the alpha’s son and the presumed next alpha to get people to fall into line and go along with his plans. For all we know, he’s spread some sort of lie or whatever. But the point is, we won’t be able to handle them on our own.” He paused for a moment. “How’s Freya doing?”

“Better…” The relief in Klyte’s voice was gone, replaced with uneasy strain. I could imagine him eyeing Jameson wearily, hand still on the door as if ready to shut it at any moment.

“Good. We need you. Tell Jenn whatever she needs to know to take care of Freya and—”

“No.” The fierce snarl in Klyte’s voice took me by surprise. I’d never heard him sound that obstinate.

It must have surprised Jameson, too, because there was a long pause before Jameson asked, “What?”

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