She hummed. I paused as her happiness filtered through the bond.
Settled.
Content.
Love.
I parted the material and began to kiss her neck, working my way across her nape.
“I loved Lorcán and Croía,” she said, tilting her head back.“They must have been fun parents.”
I went back to her neck.
“One of us turned out okay,” I said between kisses along her jawline.
I didn’t like other people’s scent on her. I could smell every place they’d touched her. It was deeply off-putting and I intended to address every single one of them.
“You know I’m pregnant, right?”
No.
How could I not know?
I was the Alpha.
Her mate.
I sniffed the air.
Too confusing. Too many scents from the party still clinging to her skin.
I lifted her up and carried her to the bed, ignoring her laughter. The blue satin was a nuisance but I pried it aside and crouched over her abdomen.
The little paunch was still the same size.
I sniffed.
Lower.
Inhaling with each pass.
Then the warm musky note hit me—deeper than before, underneath everything else, unmistakable once I’d found it.
Definitely pregnant.
Kael said nothing.
He simply curled into my chest.
Smug.
He’d known.
I glanced up to find Nika on her elbows, watching me.
That’s why she didn’t kill anyone, I thought. We were all family now.
It might be my most important role yet.
