“When did you find out ab?—”
“Just this morning,” she answered quickly. “I tried to look for you the last couple of weeks, but I didn’t have your number.”
“I didn’t think to ask for yours before you left,” he said.
“Yeah, about that?—”
“Hold on,” her dad interrupted, holding a hand up. “Let’s go back. So, you two know each other, but you had no idea he worked here?”
“Yes,” Olivia said. “We first met at Blood Moon, a few months back. We had a couple of drinks and that’s it. Then we saw each other again a month ago and, uh, stuff happened.”
“No need to go into detail, Livy,” her dad groaned.
“I won’t, believe me.” Her face turned hot at the idea of her father knowing anything about her sex life. “But see, you can’t let the Alpha banish him from New York. Not when we have a baby on the way.”
“Are you gonna get married or?—”
“Of course I’ll marry her,” Eli stated firmly.
“What?” Her head whipped toward him. “You just found out I’m having your baby. You haven’t even asked me?—”
“Not yet. Will you mar?—”
“Stop, please.” She massaged her temple with her thumb and forefinger. “We don’t have to get married.”
“And why not?” He sounded almost angry.
“You don’t have to ask me just because I’m pregnant. We hardly know each other. I mean, look at Sloane and Jacob. They’re pregnant and they’re not getting married.”
Eli’s face turned beet red. “You got Sloane pregnant, Martin?” he roared, shoulders rolling forward and chest puffing up. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
Jacob remained unfazed as he said, “Hello, my name is kettle, you must be pot.”
Eli’s dark eyebrows slashed downward and his face grew even redder.
“Besides,” Jacob continued. “I’m in love with her, and I was going to ask her soon.”
“What?” Sloane’s pretty blue eyes widened. “You want to marry me?”
“Of course I do, Sweet Stuff,” he said. “You’re my True Mate.”
“True Mate?” Eli’s eyes widened. “You’re True Mates?”
Sloane nodded. “Yes. Just like you and Olivia. You’ve heard about True Mates, right?”
A curious look passed over Eli’s face. “Yes.” He turned back to Olivia. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “We didn’t use protection and well, I suspected it, but confirmed it when I hurt my hand.” She held up her palm toward him. “Sliced myself with a piece of broken glass. Sloane saw it.”
“That’s right,” Sloane confirmed. “And since you’re True Mates, the Alpha should take that into consideration before he decides your punishment, right?”
Olivia bit her lip. “I hope so.”
Her father blew out a long breath. “All right, here’s what we need to do. First thing is to come clean to the Alpha. Blake, he won’t be happy about you being in his territory all this time while still being part of the Boston clan.”
“But Eli got the Lone Wolf tattoo,” Olivia pointed out. “And Sloane’s been here the whole time.”
“Technically, you were tossed out of the clan, right, Sloane?” her father asked. “Ronan declared to the Boston Clan that you were no longer under his protection?”
