As you reclined on the plush couch, your slender fingers cradling your swollen belly. The gentle curve of your abdomen was a testament to the miracle growing within you - a rare anomaly in the werewolf world, where a female had been marked not once, but twice. The Goddess, it seemed, had a wicked sense of humor.

Kaid’s knees hit the carpet before you, his calloused hands hovering just above your skin as if afraid to touch. “I’m telling you, it’s mine.” His voice was rough with certainty, blue eyes burning like arctic fire. “I can feel it.”

Thane’s shadow fell across you both, his scent—oak and wintermint—cutting through Kaid’s smoky intensity. “Our Luna needs rest, not your obsessive hovering.” He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

You knew that an argument was brewing. Kaid would insist on staying with you, protecting you - and your unborn pups - from any perceived danger. Thane, on the other hand, would advocate for a more measured approach, reminding Kaid that he couldn't hide behind their pregnant mate forever.

And you—

“I’m not fragile,” you murmured, catching Kaid’s wrist, pressing his palm to the kick beneath your ribs. His breath hitching.

Thane sighed, but his fingers brushed your shoulder, possessive in their own way. “No,” he agreed, “but you are ours. And we’ll tear the world apart before anything touches you.”

Kaid’s growl was pure promise. “Starting with those rogues.”