by Sam Crescent
Elle stared up at the sun as Brandon caressed her face with a daisy. The last three months had been a whirlwind of activity. The biggest change for her was the tattoo she now held on her back with a wolf and Brandon’s name underneath. The love she felt for her mate had grown, and every day that passed without the vampire’s enthrallment had brought her closer to Brandon. There were no lies, and they were inseparable.
Alexander and Charles remained in town, but everyone else had left to go and deal with their own covens or packs. The fear of the Disaster of the Otherworld still stayed with all of them. Elle wouldn’t forget the mark of the cult that was determined to ruin all of their lives.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Loved.”
He chuckled. Brandon moved the daisy down to her exposed breast. They’d made love in the fields next to the lake. He wouldn’t let her out of his sight, and she loved it. His hand rested on her stomach.
“My baby is growing inside you,” he said.
She’d told him the news that morning. In response, he’d phone the diner and told the pack the news. His son or daughter was on the way. Elle smiled, touching her stomach. She was happy and a little scared. She held the future of their pack in her stomach.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
“Terrified.”
He leaned down to kiss her stomach. “We’ll get through this together,” he said.
She sighed.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked.
“What about the cult. The Disaster of the Otherworld?” Such a lame name but knowing what they planned for their future, Elle feared for all of them. The pack was her family, and she loved them. Thinking of any of them in danger upset her.
“You shouldn’t worry about anything. I’ve been talking with Alexander and Alaric. We’re reaching out to other packs in order to warn them. Our kind will fight back like we have done for centuries. It’s not over for us.” He cupped her face, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“I can’t help but worry. They’re a threat, and you’re being threatened. The thought of anything happening to any of you hurts me.” She pressed a hand to her chest as tears filled her eyes.
“Hey, we’re a strong pack. We’re whole, and we work together. Nothing will ever happen to us. I promise.”
She smiled at his stern expression.
“All you need to worry about is being you, loving me and the pack, and giving birth to our son or daughter.”
Elle cupped his cheek. The cult was still out there, but now she’d deal with what was at hand, loving her mate, bringing another child, and trying to get Layla to date. The Disaster of the Otherworld could wait.
The End
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