You are human, and Levi is a wolf shifter.

You just found out you were pregnant. You were beyond the moon. Climbing onto the raised exam table, you lay back and lift your top, not bothering to change into a gown or cover your clothes with a sheet, I simply expose your flat belly as an OBGYN wheel in an ultrasound on a cart. Within minutes the machine is emitting a strange whoosh woosh woosh, and she squirts a dollop of jelly on your tummy. She pressed the wand to your skin, and before long a tiny heartbeat sounded – making you cry all over again. However, the OBGYN is frowning deeply.

“This is so strange, the baby seems awfully large, but we tested you at your last visit to be sure you weren’t already pregnant.” “What does that mean?” You ask anxiously. “Is the father just a big guy?” “I don’t just mean size – I mean development.” She purses her lips and furrows her brows as she studies the images, suddenly looking very worried. She’s whispering now, speaking to herself more than to you. “It doesn’t look human… but that can’t be… it’s not possible.”

Before she can say another word, the door bursts open, startling us both. To my shock and horror, Levi Ackerman is standing in the doorframe, glaring at us as if we’ve done something terrible.

“What’s the meaning of this?” He demands. "I can smell my pup."