The front door downstairs opened, and Dominic turned to send out his power. It was met with cold precision and the scent of snow-capped mountains. Pasquale. Giuliana was right behind him, and Dominic could feel her already passing her mate to get upstairs.
When she rushed through the door, her bright-green eyes scanned the room and then she was moving. “Where do you need me, Zahara? Zoey, I’m here. Hold on.”
The Alpha-mated female reached for Zoey’s hand and gripped it tightly. The touch was enough to settle Zoey into sleep. He was thankful for Giuliana’s healing power, just as he was when she’d saved his life before. Still, he marveled at how her powers had increased from closing simple wounds to a form of medical coma now. Her joining with Pasquale had made her stronger.
“Keep her under and heal what you can. Pasquale, assist your mate. Romano, Kalinda, and Silva would be good to call. We all used our power before, ‘nd t’is is the time.”
As she spoke, Zahara’s accent got thicker, but the wolves did as she ordered. Pasquale tucked behind his mate, his dark hair covering his forehead as he wrapped his arms around her waist. A chill filled the room, the mark of Pasquale’s Alpha call coming out to work.
Romano spoke softly into his phone as Giuliana placed her free hand on Zoey’s head. Dominic was left to support his wife, sending out his Alpha call to touch each of his wolves and have them standing in attendance.
“Zoey, you can do this. You’re stronger than anyone I know. You put up with my ass, you can do this too,” he whispered against the fevered skin of her neck.
Zoey didn’t open her eyes, but her head turned toward his voice. He pressed a kiss to her lips, trying not to dislodge Giuliana from her work. He lay down next to his mate, taking her weight, and wrapped one arm under her so he could put his hands on either side of her stomach.
Hungry.
Dominic sucked in a breath. The little voice was forceful, but a voice nonetheless. It wasn’t like the impressions he got from his wolf when he was in human form.
This didn’t sound like a wolf at all.
“Isadora?”
It was the first time he’d spoken her name in front of others. He and Zoey had decided to name her after Arturo’s beloved wife. They’d wanted to keep it a secret.
Hi, Daddy. I’m hungry.
His happiness at hearing his daughter quickly changed to alarm when he heard the rest.
Can I kill something?
“No, you may not kill something! That’s your mother you’re inside.”
Romano leaned over him, frowning. “Who the hell are you talking to, man?”
“Isadora.”
Romano lifted a brow. “How long have you been hearing voices in your head, brother? They have medication for that.”
“I swear I’m going to rip your head off as soon as this is over. I’m talking to my daughter.”
Romano looked at Zoey’s stomach and back to Dominic with confusion, but wisely, he remained silent.
Hungry!
The sudden shock of Alpha call sent Romano and Giuliana to their knees before Pasquale adjusted his power to shield them.
Giuliana stumbled to her feet, shaking her head. “What the fuck was that?”
Dominic release a heavy breath. “Isadora. She’s hungry.”
Giuliana gasped. “You heard her?”
Dominic knew Giuliana had a gift of communicating with her wolf once everything had come out with Heath. Dominic shook his head. “Not her wolf. Her.”
“We don’t have time. I’m going to cut. Send her under as deep as you can, Giuliana.” Zahara’s order rendered everyone in the room silent.
“You aren’t going to cut my mate without anesthesia.”
