by T. S. Ryder
"Levi, you have to get out of here."
"What?"
"Look, there's no time to explain. But if you want to help your pack—"
"Slow down!" He reached for her, but she pulled away. "Lucy, what's wrong?"
Even as he spoke, the lights blinked off. The music cut out. The doors to the warehouse burst open. Dozens of people dressed head to toe in black body armor rushed in, holding assault rifles at the ready. They began shouting for people to drop to the floor, shining flashlights in their eyes. Levi ran to join Steven. Lucy reached for his arm, and he pulled her behind him.
Steven's voice rang out over the screams from down below. "What is going on here?"
The rifles were pointed in their direction. A dozen men hurtled up the steps. Levi snarled, standing protectively in front of Lucy while Steven shielded Heather. Giant white letters spelling 'Police' were splashed across their vests. He rolled to the balls of his feet, preparing to attack if necessary.
"On the floor!" one of the men shouted, shoving his gun into Levi's face. "Now!"
Steven made a twitching move, as though he wanted to punch the guy's lights out. Levi watched his brother. His own body burned with the desire to defend his pack from this threat, but he would follow Steven's lead. Even though there was still shouting going on, echoing in the warehouse, the whole pack had their eyes on Steven, waiting.
The Alpha swallowed hard. "Do as they say."
It went against all of his instincts, but Levi followed Steven as he knelt on the floor. Two of the cops grabbed him, pulling his arms behind his back. Levi snarled as they cuffed him.
"Thought you were clever, eh? Thought you could get away with it?"
Was that Moose's voice? What was he doing in a raid? From the corner of his eye, Levi saw Steven being cuffed as well. They were dragged to their feet and propelled down the stairs. A snarl burst from his chest as Heather and Lucy, both cuffed, were pulled after them.
Red and blue lights flashed outside. Levi was hustled towards a black van. He dug in his heels, trying to swivel to find Lucy.
"Not her," a voice rang out.
Levi threw himself to one side, dropping to the ground. Relief burst over his heart as Lucy was pulled out of the line and her handcuffs removed. She bit down on her lip as she met his eyes. Guilt was written all over her face. The man standing beside her clapped her on the shoulder.
"Congratulations, Detective," he said. "You've brought some dangerous criminals to justice."
Detective? Levi went limp as the men dragged him to his feet again and shoved him into the van with his brother. His mind reeled. What did that man mean, detective? Lucy wasn't a cop… Was she? The betrayal hit hard, making agony well in his chest. He threw back his head and howled his grief.
His mate had betrayed him.
***
"Hey, there was no way you could have known she was an undercover cop," Steven said, resting his hand on Levi's shoulder. Out of everybody that had been arrested, they were the only two that were being held.
Levi hadn't spoken since they were brought in the previous night. He just didn't have the strength to face the facts. Even when he was being interrogated about the bomb supplies in his bathroom under the sink – honestly, he hadn't even heard of half those chemicals, and hadn't looked under his sink in about three months – he said nothing. They had already made up their mind that he was guilty, so what did it matter?
Lucy had already made up her mind that he was guilty.
A familiar, spicy-cupcake scent hit his nose. Despite himself, his head jerked up to see Lucy slip into the room on the other side of the bars that caged the Alpha and his brother. Levi's Coyote whimpered and he turned his face away.
"Levi, I'm sorry," Lucy whispered.
"I bet you are," he snapped. "Sorry that you ended up pregnant with my babies."
"Levi, no. That's not what I meant at all. I'm sorry that you're in here. I'm sorry that—"
"Go away, Lucy. The only reason you were with me was because you thought I was a drug dealer and a killer. You don't have to explain yourself. It's done. And when I'm out of here, because I am innocent, you'll never see me again."
Lucy grasped the bars that separated them and shook her head emphatically. "That's not what I want. I don't want any of this. Levi, I'm sorry that I used you. You don't know how sorry. But I am pregnant with your child. If all of it was just me using you, then I'd have been on birth control. I didn't want to hurt you. Please."
Levi turned away. "I can't trust anything you say."
"Isn't there anything I can do?"
"You've done enough," Steven growled. "My brother didn't kill anybody—"
"And I want to believe you," Lucy interrupted. "I want to. But I saw the supplies myself. How can you explain that?"
Levi shrugged listlessly. "I rarely stay in my apartment, and I always keep the door unlocked in case I lose my keys. Anybody could have put that bomb stuff in there, but it wasn't the pack. It wasn't me."
Lucy glanced at the door and moved closer. "Before he died, Knox said he was on something big and needed a little more time to find evidence for it. And Levi told me he was working with you, Steven. Dirty cops running drugs through Coyote territory. Do you know who he suspected was their leader?"
"What does it matter? You still think I killed him," Levi snarled.
The human winced. "I… I did. And I'm sorry for that, Levi. I truly am. But I don’t think you'd do it."
Levi slowly stepped forward. He was still angry that she had lied to him. That she had used his affection for her to infiltrate the pack and get them arrested. But she was still the mother of his child, and he wanted to believe the best of her.
"If you don't believe I did it, what am I doing here?"
"The evidence points towards you. My gut says you didn't do it, but I can't bring that to my superior. He'd say that I was just a woman who's letting her hormones get the best of her. Especially once they find out I'm pregnant." Lucy's eyes glimmered with tears.
Despite the situation, Levi found himself wanting to hold her, to comfort her and make sure she, his mate, felt safe.
Lucy swallowed, and a look of determination crossed her face. "If we're going to clear your name, I need to know who to go after."
"Anthony. Captain Johnathon Anthony." Steven looked at her seriously. "That's who Knox suspected."
"Captain Anthony? He runs a precinct up on the north side. He's not anywhere near…" She pulled in a deep breath. "Do you know where Knox would have hidden the evidence he found in his investigation?"
"No."
Lucy bowed her head for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. I'll just have to do what I was trained to do and detect."
Levi shivered. The last person to investigate into this got blown up. He needed time to process his emotions, to find a way past his anger. How could he do that if she died trying to undo what she had done? "Lucy—"
"I'm sorry. I never meant to use you, Levi." Lucy reached through the bars and pressed her hand to his face. "I know what I did was wrong, and I know you can't forgive me. I am so, so sorry. Once this is over, we'll decide what to do after the baby is born…"
"Lucy, no," Levi tried to grab her, but she slipped through his fingers like a silk ribbon. "Lucy!"
And then she was gone. Levi kicked at the door, shaking the bars. Panic welled in him. It didn't matter if Lucy had betrayed him. He couldn't let her get herself killed in this! He howled until Steven pulled him away from the door and threw him against the wall.
"Levi, stop it," he ordered. "Stop! These holding cells were designed to keep prisoners in. You can't fight your way out."
"She's going to get herself killed."
"No. You're getting out of here and helping her."
Levi stilled, staring at his brother in confusion. "But you just said—"
"You can't fight your way out." Steven grinned. "But you're not the only Bennet brother with a few tricks up his sleeve."
Chapter Six
– Lucy
Captain Smith's face was red with rage as he stormed through the bullpen towards Lucy's desk. She hurriedly closed out the search she had been running on Johnathan Anthony, her heart in her throat. A pang hit her stomach, but she ignored it. She got to her feet as Smith stopped right in front of her desk.
"You're pregnant?" he shouted.
The normal hustle and bustle of the precinct cut off instantly. Everybody stared at her and the captain. Lucy felt the blood draining from her face. A hand automatically moved to her stomach. How had he found out?
"Pregnant, but that's not enough. You're pregnant with a suspect's baby? A shifter's baby!"
Lucy took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. What were her options here? She could stand still and let the captain scream at her, humiliating her in front of the entire precinct, or she could take action to stop it. Either way, she was fired. She held her head a little higher and stared the captain in the eye. Her pregnancy wasn't something she was ashamed of. Lying to Levi was wrong, but what was between them wasn't. And she would make it right, somehow.
"Yes, I am pregnant. But you sound more outraged that I'd sleep with a shifter than a suspect – and he wasn't even a suspect when—"
"You are through. Pack your things. I am not going to have detectives like you at my precinct!"
Lucy opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, one of the guards ran out from the holding cells. His face was twisted with worry. "Medic! We need a medic in here! One of the dogs has gone into convulsions!"
Dogs? Lucy's heart stopped. Levi. She stepped towards the holding cells. The captain grabbed her arm and turned her roughly to face him.
"Where do you think you're going? The medics will take care of the shifter. I—"
Lucy balled her fist. She reared back and let it fly, striking the captain square in the mouth. There were a few gasps from the others in the room, but she didn't pay attention to them, running to the holding cells. The door to Steven and Levi's cell was thrown open. Levi lay on the ground, shaking with violent spasms. Lucy cried out and started forward, but one of the guards grabbed her and pulled her back.
"Levi!" she shouted.
Levi's convulsions slowed for a moment. He raised his head, staring wild-eyed in every direction. Sweat seeped down his hairline over his face. He let out a mighty groan as his hands fluttered in the air. His fingers grasped at nothing.
"Lucy," he cried. "Lucy, I love you!"
Her heart jumped to her throat. She tried to fight her way free of the guard, screaming Levi's name again. Steven jumped up from where he was kneeling by Levi and rushed to her. He reached for her hands between the bars.
"He'll be fine," he said soothingly, then added in a higher, panicked voice. "As long as he gets medical attention right away!"
Wait, did he just wink at her? Lucy's gaze switched between the two men, her struggles flagging. Was this some sort of prank? A trick to get Levi out of jail? Her stomach clenched, but she shook it off, concentrating on the situation at hand. If this was a plan to get Levi out, she had to help. She was already fired, and working together might be the only chance they had at taking down Captain Anthony.
“Somebody help!” she shrieked, thrashing once again in the guard's grip. “Where are the medics? Levi, hold on. I promise I will find out who did this! I will clear your name!”
“Get her out of here,” Smith ordered from the side. “The last thing I need in my precinct is a hysterical woman. I said get her out.”
Levi’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull and he went limp. The guard hustled Lucy out of the room and back into the bullpen. Her heart hammered, resisting but not actively fighting anymore. What if she was wrong? What if this wasn't a trick, and Levi really was in trouble? What if he had been poisoned, or had a medical issue that she wasn't aware of? What if he…
Another cramp hit her hard, making her cry out. The guard had to half-support her as he hauled her to her desk. Once she was there, he glanced at her worriedly.
“Are you okay?”
She needed to keep him here. A glance at the holding cells showed the medics finally entering, carrying a stretcher. The more attention that was diverted to her, the better chances of Levi’s escape was.
She clung to the guard's arm as another cramp hit her. These were not normal cramps. Something was wrong with the baby. She couldn't suppress a scream as she leaned heavily on the guard.
“The baby,” she gasped.
The guard's eyes turned into saucers. “The what?”
“I’m pregnant. And something is wrong.”
She didn’t have to act this time. Another pain hit her like a punch to the stomach. It wrapped around her back and shot straight up into her skull, blinding her for a second. Somebody shouted her name. When she looked up, she saw Levi bounding off a stretcher. Behind him was Steven, handcuffed, being dragged from the holding cell by Smith. Levi ran for her, but she shook her head and waved her hands.
“No! Just get out!”
“Go!” shouted Steven. “Levi, get out of here.”
Levi hesitated for just a moment while all around guns were drawn and pointed at him. With a pained howl, he leaped towards the exit. In a single bound, he shifted into his Coyote’s form, marbled gray and brown fur sprouting from his skin. Lucy screamed, doubling over, at the same time Smith shouted. Nobody heard a word he said. A few detectives went after Levi, but most turned towards Lucy. The guard was fully supporting her by this time. Something hot and wet splashed down her leg. Her heart seized.
“No,” she whimpered.
Smith charged over to her, face as red as a tomato. Gobs of spittle flew from his mouth as he screamed at her. “You’re finished! Do you hear me? Your career is over. You are going to jail. You’re an accomplice and—"
She screamed again, knees buckling.
“She’s got a moon baby,” Steven shouted from across the room. “She has to go to a hospital right now or both she and the baby will die!”
“Do you expect me to believe that?” Smith snarled.
Steven growled low in his throat. “Look at her pants. She’s bleeding!”
Head spinning, Lucy looked down. Her cream colored trousers of her business suit were stained red on her thighs. Smith cursed.
"You've got medics right here. Get her to a hospital," Steven ordered.
Smith turned towards the Alpha, eyes narrowing, but the medics were already on their way to her. With her coworkers looking on worriedly, the medics directed Lucy to lie down on the stretcher. She did so, tears flooding her eyes. It was hard not to writhe as the pain kept coming. Her stomach felt like it was full of snakes.
"Is the baby going to be okay?" she asked to no one in particular as she was wheeled to the elevator. "Is my baby going to be okay?"
Nobody answered. Not that she expected them to. She closed her eyes, trying not to cry. The air went from pleasantly cool to dry and warm, and the noise from around her increased. It all sounded distant, somehow, like it wasn't quite real. Some part of her mind said it was because of the blood loss. Her head was light, her body being wheeled away too fast for it to keep up.
At some point, she knew she fell unconscious because she woke suddenly to being thrown to one side. She groaned, twisting away from a bright light that shone into her eyes. There was a screeching sound, and then a voice that sounded vaguely familiar.
"Get her inside, quick." The voice was panicked. "She's got a moon baby. Hurry!"
The stretcher moved again, leaving the bright light behind, and she realized she was in an ambulance. Or rather, leaving an ambulance. She looked around wildly, trying desperately to find the voice. Levi's face swam into view, and she reached for him. His hand grasped hers tightly, his lips pressing to her mouth.
"It's going to be okay, Lucy, just hold on. Do it for me, darling. Do it for the baby."
Lucy clung to his hand as she was wheeled into a building. It didn't smell like a hospital. It smelled like a bakery. Like fresh, warm
bread. The coiling in her stomach relaxed a little, letting her woozy mind form a coherent question.
"Where are we?"
"It's a shifter hospital," Levi told her. "You'll be safe here. Don't worry. We know how to take care of our own. You're going to be fine. So are the babies. We're all going to be fine, my love. I promise. Just keep holding on."
"We'll have to sedate her," another voice said. "These moon babies are too far gone to turn back. We have to operate."
Lucy opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, something sharp bit her arm. Her mind went woozy again and she fell back into unconsciousness.
***
The sound of whimpering woke her. Lucy swallowed with difficulty, her throat feeling like a desert full of boulders. The whimpering tore at her heart, and she forced her eyes open. She was in a dim room, full of smells of sandalwood and lavender. Beside her, something shifted, and when she turned her head, she saw Levi staring at her.
She jumped, making pain flash through her body. "Levi! What are you doing?"
"Watching you. I'm supposed to do that since you were so badly…" he trailed off and kissed her forehead. "I thought I was going to lose you."
Lucy flinched as she remembered what happened. "The baby! I heard something about an operation. Is the baby okay?"
"Yes. And babies. We have more than one… The doctors had to do an emergency C-section."
Her heart thudded. Bile rose in her throat. Even though Levi had just told her the baby – no, babies – were okay, after hearing they were already delivered, she couldn't believe it. Not after only a month. It didn't matter if Coyote pregnancies were different.
"How do you feel? You're getting a transfusion of shifter blood that will help you heal."
"They're too little." Tears rolled down her cheeks. She had just gotten used to the idea that she was pregnant, and now she wasn't. If her babies were so suddenly taken from her… "They couldn't survive this early. It's only been a month! They won't be developed enough."
"They're fine. Can't you hear them?" Levi smoothed her hair. "Yeah, they could have had more time before coming out, but the doctors say they're healthy. It'll be two or three months before we can take them home, but they're strong."