“I’m stuck.” I pouted.
Maggie laughed, holding out her hands and helping to haul me up.
“See, this is the kind of support I need from family!”
“What was your plan if I wasn’t here?”
“One of the guys would have checked on me eventually. They rotate through the day, bringing me snacks, water, and kisses if they can’t hang out for long.”
“Cute as fuck. Let’s get you some fresh air and French fries.”
Maggie’s car was beautiful, but not nearly as gorgeous as my Princess Mobile.
“Don’t judge my car—my parents picked it for the safety rating,” Maggie said, sliding into the driver’s seat.
“Don’t tell that to your brother,” I said, doing up my seat belt. “He’ll get me one, and I’ll never have my Princess Mobile back.”
“My lips are sealed. All I require in return is copious baby cuddles when the time comes.”
“I think I can manage that.”
“Best fucking fries I’ve ever had,” I said as I waddled out of the restaurant.
“So damn good. I’m an absolute slut for waffle fries.” Maggie fumbled in her handbag for her keys.
“Pregnancy is making me appreciate everything a bit more—especially delicious food. Delicious food needs to be appreciated a lot. Curly fries might be the baby’s favorite.” I rubbed my stomach happily.
“I bet if you tell your pack you want this place, they’d buy it for you,” Maggie said.
“Magnolia Ashcroft, when I say I love this place, I mean I’d love to come here three times a week and eat my weight in fries. I don’t want to own it.” I laughed. “You rich people are wild.”
“I know, we’re so annoying, aren’t we?”
“Why did you park so far away?” I whined. In reality, it was only down the street from the restaurant, but there were limited parking spaces.
“Isn’t exercise good in pregnancy?”
“Hush, you,” I groaned. “Bitching is exercising my mouth.”
Maggie turned to me to say something, but instead of words, a startled yelp escaped her. She screeched when an arm snaked around her from behind and pulled her backward.
“Mag—” My scream was instantly silenced by a gloved hand covering my mouth and a sharp grip on my arm.
Shit—were we getting mugged? Crime was minimal in this area, but knowing my luck, I had just picked the wrong time.
The side doors on a van parked near us flew open, and an alpha—it had to be an alpha with how easily he lifted her—tossed Maggie inside.
Fuck. Not getting mugged. We were getting fucking kidnapped.
The alpha holding me dragged me toward the van. I flailed and scratched at my assailant as best I could while he cursed up a storm, trying to avoid my kicks.
“Fucking stop,” he growled. “We’ve been waiting for you to leave that damn house unattended for months, and you’re not getting away now.”
Months?What the actual fuck? Who were these people?
Maggie bashed the back of her head against her attacker’s face, and he howled as she screamed my name.
“Shut your fucking mouth.” The shitty alpha grabbed for her again before she could wriggle free, and she gave up entirely when I was unceremoniously hurled at her. The van door slammed shut behind us.
