Kane's POV I make it to the stairs leading up to my apartment before I sag to the floor, out of breath and unable to keep going. I sit on the bottom step with my arms on my knees, resting my head on my forearms and staring at the floor. It’s too much effort to get up and keep going. For the first time in many years, I’ve had to hire a helicopter pilot to fly me back home, and the walk from the helipad to my wing of the castle took me the better part of two hours instead of the usual ten minutes. “Kane?” Glenn kneels at my feet. “You okay, man?” “No,” I say, not even bothering to look up. “Pretty sure I’m dying.” “Alfred and Narcissa are here. They’re waiting up in your apartment.” “I know. They came back with me.” “Oh. It’s a rare day when a human can outrun Kane Madden.” “Hm. How are you doing?” When he speaks, I can imagine the way his mouth pulls down at the corner and the troubled look in his eyes. “Better, I suppose.” “Don’t lie to me. It doesn’t get better, you just lea
I wake up feeling much better. The cool breeze blowing in from the open window cools my sweaty body and feels surprisingly good, considering that I’m freezing. Confused, I look around the room, the only light coming from Kane’s side of the bed. There’s blood on the sheets, and I can smell the fading scent of at least six people. Frowning, I get up, testing legs that just two days ago wouldn’t carry my weight at all. They feel solid and surprisingly strong. The door opens, and Kane’s scent fills the room. My heartbeat shoots up with joy when I see him. It feels like I haven’t seen him in weeks. He still looks sickly and pale, but not as bad as…when? I think I saw him earlier, but he looked bad. Like he was knocking on death’s door. Maybe I imagined it. Or dreamed it. These last few weeks I haven’t been able to distinguish between dreams and reality anymore. “Hey,” he says and gives me a sheepish grin. “I heard you get up.” “Were you here earlier?” I ask. “In bed with me?” “Yes. So w
Kane has to help me in and out of the tub, which makes me feel helpless. Maybe if I could remember the last three weeks, could remember the pregnancy and my changing body, I wouldn't feel quit so inadequate. It all feels so surreal, almost like it’s happening to someone else.Nothing fits, so I find a pair of Kane’s boxers and one of his sweaters. I like the way his smell envelopes me, as if the soft shirt is hugging me with his scent. It’s comforting in a weird way, and I don’t want to take it off.He looks up and smiles at me when I walk into the living room. “Here,” he pats his knee.I don’t wait or argue with him. I waddle across the room and melt into his lap, sighing contently when he put his arms around me. I crave his closeness and protection, and for some unknown reason, I start rubbing against him, covering myself in his scent. I blush and stop. “Sorry,” I mumble.He wipes messy, wet hair from my face and pulls me in for a kiss. “It’s okay. It’s normal. You are, well, for la
“Willow,” Kane whispers in my ear. “You have to wake up now, my love.”“Hm,” I moan into the pillow. “Do I have to?”“Yes, our mothers are here to do the thing.”My eyes fly open, and I frantically look around the room, but it’s just Kane and me. “Where are they?”“In the living room still. I wanted to wake you myself.”Groaning loudly, I grab my stomach and sit up, swinging my legs off the bed. I feel sick and weak again, my head throbbing to the beat of my heart. “Gods, I thought this is over. Why do I feel so bad?”“Your mother said this would happen, that’s why we have to do the ritual every day.”I look over my shoulder at Kane. He is pale and shaky, sweat beads on his brow and his breathing is ragged. I wonder just how much of his life force I drain from him every day. “You don’t look so hot yourself.”“No, and I feel way fucking worse than I look.”I’ll allow my mother to come in here and do her magic if only to spare Kane the agony. He’s been through a lot and doesn’t deserve
Kane's POV I never thought something as simple as a walk could give me so much joy, but it does. Every morning after the ritual, Willow and I go downstairs where Tessa dutifully waits for us with a prepared basket. Having breakfast outside in the crisp, early morning, is becoming our own, private ritual, and we have already decided that we’ll continue doing it after the baby’s birth. After breakfast, I take Willow back to the apartment, then go down to the office to work. I am trying to get as much done as I can before she starts nesting. By that point, I won’t be able to leave her by herself anymore. “All the Alphas in your new kingdom have sworn fealty,” Jackson says. “What? I ask. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” Jackson shakes his head and laughs at me. “The last two weeks are the worst.” “Yeah,” I agree. “Did any Alphas abstain?” “No, my king. We’ll arrange a ceremony so they can swear their oaths in person after your son’s birth.” I nod in agreement. “What about Richar
Kane's POV Kaylee and Ashley give me huge, conspiratorial grins when I walk up to the apartment. “What’s with you two?” I ask. “Nothing, my king, but we think we’ll have a little prince soon,” Kaylee says. “Or a princess, maybe?” Ashley offers. “It’s a prince for sure,” I say. “I take it the queen started nesting.” “And how. We heard a commotion and went to check on her…your closet is no longer a closet, my king.” Laughing and shaking my head, I step into the apartment. A low, warning growl emanates from the direction of the bedroom. No one but me can be near her now. It’s going to make the daily ritual a bit of a challenge. “It’s me, Willow,” I say and throw my briefcase on the couch. I follow a trail of shoes and clothes that she had thrown out of the closet and find her in the corner of the walk-in, tucked in under a shelf. She had gathered every blanket and pillow she could find, and made herself a cosy little nest. I crawl to her on my hands and knees and sit next to her on
I wake in pain. It feels like I went ten rounds with an MMC fighter and then went for a day-long workout in the gym. What happened? And how much time did I lose this time around?I look around the room, trying to figure out where I am. Kane is sitting in a chair next to the bed, his long legs stretched out before him, arms crossed over his chest, head drooping forward. I can’t help but smile at him.Still looking around the clinical room, I bring my hand up to feel for the baby and touch nothing but my soft, empty belly. No. No no no no. This can’t be. I didn’t go through all that hell just to lose him. Gathering my courage, I look down and stare at my deflated stomach. I gasp and try to hold back the tears. “Kane. Kane, wake up.” I have to stop myself from screaming.Kane snorts, inhales sharply, and snaps his head up. “I’m here, it’s fine, everything’s okay.”“No, it’s not. Where’s my baby?” I am frantic, and all I can think about is my baby. “I have to find him. What did you do to
The best thing about being a werewolf is the fact that I heal fast. A day after Adare’s birth, the incision in my stomach is healed, and the doctor can take out the stitches. I can move around easier, and my body doesn’t ache as much as it did in the hours after Adare’s birth. “That doesn’t mean you’re ready to run a marathon,” the doctor says sternly. “It will take a few weeks for you to heal properly, so take it easy.” I nod, barely listening to the doctor. I’m eager to get back up to the apartment so I can be alone with my pup and mate. Kane stands off to the side, cradling the baby in his arms while the doctor examines me. He only has eyes for his son and isn’t paying much attention to the doctor either. “I want you to come and see me next week,” the doctor goes on and lowers my gown. “No sex for at least three weeks.” I didn’t even think about sex, and judging by the surprise on my mate’s face, neither did Kane, but he smiles and winks at me. “Not every werewolf is a sex maniac,