by Teagan Wilde
Damon breaks the kiss, looking at me. “Someone thinking some dirty thoughts?”
“Ohh, yes.” I smirk and climb to the top of the bed. I open my legs, he growls and, in a split second, his hands are resting on my thighs. He winks as my hands go to the back of his head, and he shows me exactly whom I belong to.
Farren
Today we are finally leaving this hell hole. I am ready to go home and sleep in my own bed, and I am definitely done with looking over my shoulder constantly. We have packed up everything and are just waiting to walk out to our vehicles. Over the past couple of days, Damon has handed out quite a few of his cards to shifters who are considering switching packs.
Hopefully, we have some women wanting to switch; we need more women to balance out all the men. I am hopeful that the red-haired beauty will be joining us with her brother, and maybe even her parents.
“You have everything, Moon?”
I nod and grab the small bag that I am allowed to carry. Damon is a bit protective and literally just wants me to lie in bed, relaxing, but that is not me and he will get over it. He waits for me and opens the door, and I step out onto the porch. Brantley is sitting there, and I follow his gaze to see Jackson walking around with Aiden.
How beautiful.
“I am so lucky,” Brantley tells me, and I smile and touch the back of his head. I’m so happy for him.
“Load up, everyone!” Damon yells, and everyone starts picking up their bags and other items off the ground and storing them in the back of the vehicles. Damon walks in front of me with our bags. He clicks the clicker, and our Hummer’s back door opens. Brantley is behind me and, all of a sudden, the hair at the back of my neck rises.
My eyes move around the large field, and I see a pack walk onto the property. I breathe in deeply, my eyes closed. My eyes fly open at the scent—they are here for Aiden. Jackson arrives as the pack charges us. Damon grabs me, lifting me clean off the ground, and puts me in one of the Hummers. Brantley starts to hand Aiden to me.
“No, get your ass in the vehicle, Brantley,” Jackson snarls, and he puts him in the Hummer with me.
“You will drive if it comes to it, Moon.” Damon kisses my forehead and shuts the door, leaving me the keys. Damon changes into wolf form, running straight for the horde with all of our packmates at his back. Maverick and Jackson are right on his ass. I cover my mouth as they all collide with each other. My body is shaking with fear of what can happen to Damon.
I am in awe of him again as he charges at his enemies, tearing them to bits. He is purely vicious.
A wolf snakes by the horde and slams into the side of the Hummer. He stands and looks through the window at Brantley, then at the baby.
Oh, god.
He howls and I know this is not good at all. I take the keys and climb into the driver’s seat. I may not be able to fight, but I am not going to sit here and do nothing. I put the keys in the ignition, start up the Hummer, and floor it. I spin around and spot the wolf who found us. I run that bitch over, the Hummer jumping up and down. I laugh; then I find the next one. He is on Maverick’s back. Maverick throws him off and I handle the rest. Brantley is telling me which ones to get, and I am following his lead.
I spot a pistol on the seat beside me. Bingo! I put the Hummer in park and crack my window open. A shifter starts toward us and I pull the trigger, hitting it right in the fucking head.
“Good fucking shot!” Brantley tells me.
Aiden is crying in the back seat, but I can’t let that concern me. Brantley has covered his ears, but I will protect him from these fuckers. Who is that desperate to take a baby? These people are sick.
Damon
I knew she would not sit her ass still, but I hoped. She can’t shift anymore since she is pregnant, so she used the Hummer as a weapon. At first I was hopeful she was leaving for safety, but that hope was gone the second I saw her run over a wolf.
I grab the foot of a wolf who was trying to sneak up behind Jackson. He snaps around and I catch his throat in my mouth; I twist and kill him.
Then I hear gunshots, and I see a wolf go down. Farren shot him through the window.
I go back to tearing every one of these fuckers to pieces. How dare they try to take what is mine? This pack is mine. These members are mine. And they have put Farren in danger, and that is unforgivable in my eyes—I will show no mercy.
One by one, they fall to the ground, dead. Jackson is a fucking beast. He is the biggest bear I have ever seen, and he is squashing all of them like fucking bugs.
I turn around and a wolf is changing back to human form, trying to sneak up on the Hummer. I charge him and dig my claws into his back, and I tear his head off. Don’t fuck with her.
“Get ’em, baby!” Farren yells and, in my mind, I am laughing. She is amazing. Then I hear a crack and the sound of the Hummer bouncing as she runs over another.
When Maverick kills the last wolf, I raise my head and howl. We have ended the enemy, who dared to attack us, and none of us was killed. We are a very strong pack. We can conquer anything, and I am fucking proud. I hear the Hummer door open, and Farren climbs out.
I change back into my human form, walk to her, and touch her stomach. “Okay, Moon?”
She nods and lays her head on my chest, and a door opens beside us. Jackson is holding his mate and son.
Someday my pack will be filled with more members, including more mates and more kids. More of everything. My kids are the future. I want this world to be better for them, so they don’t have to worry about shit like this.
“Damon!” Farren screams.
I turn around and see one last wolf charging straight for Jackson. His head transforms into that of a bear, and he grabs the wolf’s head. Then he bites down, shattering it.
I have never fucking seen anything like that before. I have seen partial shifts, but it’s usually just the hands. That shit is unreal.
“Fucking hell, I am glad you are on our side,” Farren says and I laugh, kissing the top of her head.
I think, in a way, this was necessary. We needed to set an example for the other alphas, letting them know we are not someone to be fucked with.
We are deadly.
I take some clothes out of the back of the Hummer and throw some to Maverick and Jackson. We all climb inside the Hummer, and Farren is in the front with me. Jackson, Brantley, and Aiden are in the middle, with Maverick in the back. I just want to be fucking home, where I know Farren will be safe. She is pregnant, and she needs to be watched carefully. I wish she would consider being bed bound until labor.
I won’t be that lucky, but I know I am fucking blessed with my Moon. She is everything that I ever imagined and wanted.
Farren
A few minutes before we get home, I gasp as Damon slams on his brakes. Someone is right in the middle of the road. I stare in absolute shock. “That’s Ken,” I whisper. Everyone in our SUV growls. Damon tears open his door, and Ken changes into a wolf and runs into the woods with his tail wagging. What the absolute fuck?
Damon walks to the edge of the woods, and I know that Ken is gone. He is fucking with me. He was standing there, just smiling. Why won’t he leave me alone? I am pregnant, and I am sure no man besides Damon would want me now.
Brantley presses his hand against my shoulder, comforting me, and I touch my stomach as thoughts race through my head. I thought Ken had given up—we have not seen or heard a thing about him until this moment—but I guess he never did. Which sucks, big time.
Damon gets back into the Hummer, and there is complete silence. “Damon…” I start but stop because I have no clue what to say, honestly.
“I will kill him,” he growls and slams the vehicle into drive.
We stay silent at his words, the threat hanging in the air. I know he will protect me, but it’s hard not to be scared when someone wants to do horrible things to you and is not afraid to stand in front of an entire pack like it’s nothing—and do it smiling. That is not a sane person. He is
psychotic; he was crazy even before he went rogue. He is unpredictable and I hope that he falls off a cliff. I just want to have my baby and live happily ever after.
But I know it won’t be that easy.
Three and a Half Months Later
Farren
I am very pregnant, and I could go into labor at any moment. Damon is trying to find a midwife to come to the pack, but that is not so easy because of the other alphas. The alphas of other packs have been causing problems for us because they don’t like the fact that their pack members want to join us. We have gotten calls from shifters wanting to join our pack, but their alphas will not allow them to leave. It is not a good situation.
I may have to go to the hospital, honestly. Luckily for me, the baby won’t start to change until around age two. But if I go to the hospital, the epidural will not work for me. And shifters rarely have any complications from labor, as we heal very fast.
“Baby, where are you?” I yell for Damon, walking up the stairs.
I find him where I thought I would, in the nursery. He is in here again, making sure everything is perfect. Damon is so excited for the baby to be born, and so am I.
He looks up and smiles. He is just beautiful. My pregnancy has brought me and Damon so much closer, and I am treated like freaking royalty by everyone. He walks over to me and kisses me on the lips. “You need to be resting.” He wraps his arms around me.
I roll my eyes, but I am used to it by now. Anytime I try to lift a small pot onto the stove, he comes running to me and takes it. “Yes, Alpha.”
Smack! I yelp when his hand smacks my ass. He laughs and sets me down on the bed, and his fingers tug on the edge of my pants.
“Oh yes please.” I moan at the thought.
He licks the side of my neck and drags lazy kisses down my collarbone. “Does my baby need me?” he says through the kissing, his hands roaming my body, touching everything he can.
“Yes, Damon.” My legs are shaking with pure need.
I crave his touch like I crave air.
He grabs the edge of my shirt and lifts it over my head. I don’t even bother putting on a bra anymore. His mouth latches onto one of my oversensitive nipples, and I hiss and grab the back of his head. One part of me wants to tear him away, and another part wants to keep him there forever. He soothes the tip with his tongue; then he moves to the other and his hand snakes into my pants. The pad of his thumb presses down on my clit, and I shiver hard. “Fuck me, baby,” I manage to get out. My hormones are out of control.
“Don’t worry, baby, you will get what you need.” He bends his head down further, kissing the top of my stomach. I feel my baby kick, and Damon beams with happiness. That is one thing I will forever miss, the feel of my baby growing inside me.
I lift my hips off the bed, and he pulls my sweats off my body, taking my underwear with them. “Lie back, angel.” I do as he says, lying back on the bed with my legs dangling off the edge. He winks at me, wrapping his hands around my thighs and putting my legs over his shoulders. He lowers his head and I close my eyes, mentally preparing myself.
His tongue runs along the lips of my pussy. My thighs are shaking. His lips touch the sides of my thighs, and I open my legs a little more, allowing more room. He looks up at me, his tongue running along my pussy lips again. He growls and his tongue strokes my clit.
I jolt. “Fuck!” I yell at the intensity of it, and he chuckles and burrows his face deeper, really getting into it. All I can manage is to hold onto the sheet. It’s like every nerve ending is standing on end, every lick and nip is so intense.
He raises his head slightly. “I could eat you all day,” he growls, going back to it. Two fingers slip inside me, curling, hitting my G-spot. I clench down on him hard. His tongue is still moving across my clit. My toes curl and my legs stiffen as I get closer and closer to my orgasm.
“Come.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers moving inside me. It hits me hard, and I grip the covers as the power of the orgasm jolts through my whole body.
I cover my face with my arms; my body is like Jell-O. His arms move under my knees and snake under my back, and he moves me to the top of the bed so my head is resting on the pillow. I uncover my eyes, and Damon takes off his sweats and lies down beside me. “Let me take care of you,” I say.
He shakes his head. “That was about you, Moon. You need to rest as much as possible.”
It doesn’t feel right not to return the favor.
I hope that I don’t have to have the baby in the hospital. I want him or her to be born on pack property.
Damon’s phone rings on the table beside the bed, and he picks it up. “This is Damon.” I put my hand under my chin and watch him. That is something I will never tire of. “Really? That would be amazing.” He sits up in bed. “I will call you once she is in labor. Thank you.” He hangs up the phone and looks at me, excited. “One of the females in a local small pack is a baby doctor, and she has offered to deliver the baby for you at a local hospital.”
I let out a huge sigh of relief; that is amazing news. “Thank you, baby.” I kiss the closest thing to me: the side of his arm.
He lies back down and turns on the TV. I laugh when I see that it’s Twilight. He laughs right along with me and turns it to something else. I close my eyes and relax, listening to the TV and the sound of Damon breathing.
Three Hours Later
Damon
It’s hard to get her to lie down. She has a rough time sleeping at night, so I get her to rest throughout the day as much as possible. The only way I can ensure that she is resting is to lie down with her.
I push a strand of hair out of her face, pulling the blanket up higher on her shoulder. She is beautiful. She has changed before my eyes, and her carrying my baby is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I never thought loving so much was possible, but I do. The love I feel for her is all-consuming, taking every single bit of my soul. And I can’t wait until my son or daughter is born into this world.
It fucking sickens me knowing Ken is still out there. I have tried to track him, and others have tried also, but he just disappears.
Farren suddenly sits up, holding her stomach. My eyes widen at the look on her face. “Baby?” She pulls the blanket back, and I see the bed is wet. Her water broke. I take out my phone and text the doctor that we are heading to the hospital.
“Well, that fucking hurt,” she grinds out, and I help her to the edge of the bed. I run into the closet and grab the diaper bag, her pillow and blanket, and a new pair of sweats. I pull the wet ones off of her and put the new ones on, while I try not to fucking panic.
Farren
He appears to be calm, but I can feel the anxiety through our mate bond. I touch his shoulder. “Everything will be fine.”
He nods and scoops me up off of the bed. He carries me down the stairs and outside to our vehicle. He yells loudly, “MAVERICK!” I laugh because that is the first time I have ever seen him panic. My brother comes out of his house and runs over.
“OUCH,” I say, holding my stomach and throwing my head back against the headrest as another contraction hits.
My door swings open, and I turn my head to see Damon staring at me. “You okay, Moon?” He presses his hand to my stomach.
I nod, but my teethed are gritted. My brother throws our stuff in the back seat and gets in. Well, I guess he is coming with us. Jackson and Brantley run into the garage. “Her water broke,” Damon says. “Jackson, keep an eye on everything.” He shuts my door and runs around the front of the Hummer, and I laugh. Maverick joins in with me. Damon is strictly alpha—he does not get fazed easily—but me being in labor has rattled him.
He gets in the Hummer and floors it. I cover my mouth trying not to laugh again; he is too cute. I peek back at Maverick. His head is pressed against the window; he is trying not to laugh too.
We get to the hospital around thirty minutes later. Damon parks in front of the emergency doors, lifts me out of the truck, and goe
s straight into the building. “Her water broke!” he yells, and I laugh at everyone’s reactions to how loud he is being. “Her doctor is supposed to be meeting us here.” The nurse comes over with a wheelchair, which Damon completely ignores.
A few minutes later we walk inside the room that has been prepared for us by the doctor. She is in another room, at the moment, with another mother. Damon gently lays me down on the bed, and a nurse starts an IV and puts on monitors and a million other things. Damon is standing by my bed, asking her what she is doing. “Why are you putting that in her? Why does she need that?” She explains and he nods but watches her very carefully. I wince only a bit. “Easy.” He growls at her slightly.
She glares at him, he glares right back, and when she leaves the room, he finally sits down beside me. “It will all be okay, baby.” I touch the side of his face. I am about to have a baby and I am comforting him.
There is a knock at the door. Damon stands up, and a very pretty woman walks into the room. She has long red hair that hangs down to her ass, and she is small and curvy. She smiles at both of us, and I breathe in deeply. She is wolf. “I hear that someone’s water broke?”
Just as she asks, I am hit with another contraction. I grip Damon’s hand while I wait for the contraction to ease. His hand runs through my hair, trying to keep me calm. He is sweet but it’s kind of annoying. I really don’t want to be touched when I am hurting.
The contraction eases, and she is standing by my side watching the monitors. “Now I’m going to examine you.” Damon helps her take my pants off, and she bends down and examines me. “Well, you are very nicely dilated…five centimeters already.”
There is another knock at the door, and my brother walks into the room carrying all of our stuff. He pushes the door closed with his foot, and his eyes go to the doctor. He breathes in deeply, and I watch in awe as she does the same thing. He drops all of our stuff as he goes down on his knees. I blink in shock, and he manages to push himself off the ground. “Mate,” he whispers; then he walks to her. Her hands are shaking, and she face plants onto his chest.