Wedding the Wolfman: A Fated Mates Paranormal Romantic Comedy (Dating Monsters Book 6)
Wedding the Wolfman: A Fated Mates Paranormal Romantic Comedy (Dating Monsters Book 6)
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- Fated Mates
- Werewolf Romance
- Protective Hero
- Human Turned Werewolf
- Found Family
And baby makes three…
So, it looks like I’m pregnant. And at the most inconvenient time too. It’s not like I’m in the middle of a blood feud or anything. My half-sister is determined to kill me and steal my territory. I don’t have time for prenatal classes or yoga.
Which means one thing: it’s her or me.
No, not me. Us.
Except, she’s just as determined to win. So much so that she’s kidnapped everyone I love in an attempt to control me.
Well, I’m done being controlled. It’s time to unleash my inner mama-bear.
May the best werewolf win."A hilarious must-read series! Lucy and Anna are the sisters I always wanted! And Vlad and Sam are so HAWT!"
Funny how two pink lines could completely upend your life.
Just two small, thin, pink lines.
Nothing more than that.
Except for, you know, the baby possibly growing inside of me. Like an alien just waiting to burst free of its squishy prison.
No, no, too graphic. It wouldn’t be anything like that—she said sarcastically.
Maybe I was reading the stick wrong?
I glanced at the directions—which consisted of the finest print I’d ever seen—and squinted my eyes. Then I read the instructions over and over again. Remove stick from wrapper. Check. Submerge stick in urine stream. Gross, but check. Wait two minutes. Check and check. Heck, I’d even gone so far as to wait three. Then four. Just to make sure the stick didn’t change its mind. I’d given it a mighty shake, too, as though that might erase the second line. Alas, they were both stuck on there, glaring up at me, all accusatory.
And according to the guide, two lines could only mean one thing.
“This can’t be,” I whispered as I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. I’d holed myself up in here after returning home with a gallon of water and an armful of pregnancy test boxes. All the instructions suggested it was best to do the tests in the morning, but I couldn’t wait that long. I needed to know what I was facing right now.
And boy, did I now know.
A twist in my gut nearly had me dashing for the toilet, but with a fist pressed to my mouth, I managed to tamp it back. Hurling wouldn’t accomplish anything. Not that I could control it like that. It wasn’t as simple as mind over matter.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t argue with the results. Anna herself had proclaimed me pregnant. And no one disagreed with vampires when it came to blood. According to my best friend, the bloodhound, I smelled different. Then she’d taken a nip of my blood to confirm her suspicions. Afterward, she’d suggested I go to the grocery store to pick up one of these darn tests. Of course, I’d grabbed five. You know, to be sure. False positives were a thing, yo.
Except… all five had come back positive. One even had a little smiley face staring up at me. For those who were hoping to conceive, a smiley face was a good thing. But that was a category Sam and I did not fall under.
It wasn’t like I didn’t want kids. I loved kids. What I didn’t love was the vulnerability that came with them. Especially now.
My life was a hot mess. Imagine the worst-case scenario, and that was my life to a T.
My sixty-year-old mother had recently become a vampire—for which, she was utterly ungrateful. My stepdad was only starting to recuperate from a brutal attack that had nearly killed him. My sperm donor was dead—murdered, actually. And my half-sister wanted me dead.
In the past few months, I’d nearly died more times than I could count. Well, not quite. I could count much higher than three. But that didn’t sound nearly as dramatic. After all that, though, a girl was bound to wonder if this was the best time to have a kid.
I scrubbed a hand down my face, then sat on the bathroom floor, my back pressed against the wall. I gripped the five pregnancy tests, all the while glaring at them as though they’d been the ones to make this happen. No, that blame rested with me and Sam.
Man, my mom was right. Sex truly did only lead to trouble.
I mean, pleasurable, sure. Orgasmic, some might even say. But then this occurs, and you’re left staring at a plastic stick, wondering what the heck happened.
Sam’s dick happened.
That thing needed to come with a warning label. Warning: will knock you up. Proceed with caution.
Sighing, I leaned forward and rested my elbows against my knees. Nausea churned in the pit of my stomach—a feeling I assumed I’d need to get used to. Yaaaay.
I had to pull myself together.
Step one consisted of leaving this bathroom. I couldn’t hide in here forever. Not with Olivia out there somewhere, likely stirring up trouble. It’d been a month since I’d caught any whisper from her, but I had to imagine our problems with her were far from over. Especially considering I’d sorta kinda killed her mate when last we’d met. That wasn’t something a werewolf forgave or forgot. In all fairness, they’d both been trying to kill me first, so fair’s fair and all that. Doubt she saw it that way though. So I had to assume she’d added seek revenge to her to-do list. Hopefully that was one task she never crossed off.
Step two was telling Sam. Sounded simple, right? Except, the thought made my stomach churn again. It wasn’t like he’d be mad. I knew that. The man wanted a family. And he loved me with every fiber of his being. Of that, I had no doubts. Still. Telling a man you were pregnant was a wee bit, well, terrifying.
I had a feeling Sam’s wolf already knew something had changed. An instinct type thing. His protective nature had been working overtime these days. I hadn’t given it much thought considering everything we’d been through lately. But now, I saw things differently. Hindsight and all that.
Perhaps I should have suspected something when he’d started working with my second in command, Cole. The two quite literally loathed each other. Fur usually flew when they were alone in a room. Yet, there they were, working together to canvass the neighborhood, patrolling for signs of a threat, all to protect me.
I was their alpha. I was supposed to protect them, not the other way around.
A gentle knock rapped against the bathroom door.
“Luce? You okay in there?”
I sagged at the sound of Anna’s voice.
When I didn’t answer, she jiggled the doorknob. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I whispered, knowing she’d hear it.
The doorknob turned slowly, then the door eased open. She popped her head in, her long blonde locks flowing past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes creased with concern, her nose wrinkling. “How you doing in here?”
I lifted my hand and brandished the five tests.
Not a flicker of surprise crossed her face. Of course not. She’d tasted it in my blood, recommending the pregnancy tests for my peace of mind, not hers.
She stepped into the bathroom, then closed the door and leaned against it. Her gaze raked over the tests, and then my face. “Guess you guys weren’t trying, huh?”
“Not even a little,” I mumbled.
A smile graced her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Try not to panic. Everything’s gonna be alright.”
“Nothing is going to be alright,” I growled. “I’m in the middle of a freakin’ blood feud with my sister. It isn’t like she’s going to stop just because I’m pregnant. If anything, she’ll take advantage of this.” My chest squeezed as the thought registered in my head. “Oh my god, she’s going to take advantage of this.”
“She’s going to use the pregnancy to hurt me.” My hands flew to my stomach, even though it was far too early for me to be showing. My heart leapt into action, furiously thumping against my ribs, and my pulse thundered in my ears. “Anna, I can’t—I don’t—what am I… I-I don’t know what to do.”
Anna pushed off the door and crouched before me, her hands covering mine. “Shh. Take a deep breath.” She pantomimed the movement, even though she didn’t require air for anything but speaking. When my chest filled with air, she released her breath and indicated I should do the same. “One more time.”
We sat there for a few moments, just breathing. Slowly, my body relaxed, but my skin broke into a cold sweat. Thoughts of everything Olivia could do to hurt me rolled around in my mind, taunting me.
“The timing isn’t great, I’ll give you that,” Anna said, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “But that doesn’t mean we’ll let Olivia hurt you or your baby. You know we’ll do everything we can to protect you. Sam, Vlad, me, Cole, your pack… We’re all here for you.”
My head jerked with a nod.
“What’s important right now is remaining calm. It’s hard, I know. Your nerves are probably shredded. But panicking isn’t going to help you or the baby.”
Right. Anxiety was bad for babies or something. Oh god, we were so screwed then. I was a walking ball of stress thanks to everything.
“Breathe, Luce,” Anna urged me again.
I drew another deep breath, then focused on the color blue. Soothing, peaceful blue.
“Good.” Anna squeezed my hands. “The most important thing right now is telling Sam.”
I nodded. “And my mother too, I guess. Since she’ll likely smell it on me.”
Anna chuckled. “You have some time before she’ll notice anything. Your mother is coming along nicely as a vampire, but she’s still learning how to understand what her senses are telling her. She might not notice your scent has changed yet. It’s very subtle. Plus, Vlad’s always said my nose is my strongest asset. Your mother’s seems to be stubbornness.”
I snorted a laugh, then sighed when all my tight muscles finally loosened. Stubbornness was my mother’s number one strength, to the point where she still refused to accept she’d been turned into a vampire. Ignorance is bliss, and all that. But she’d even gone so far as to shun my dad—and, at times, me—since we’d been the ones who’d given Anna permission to change her. It made living with her only slightly awkward.
“Okay, how about we leave this bathroom and head into the living room? I’ll whip you up a healthy smoothie or something. Then you can just sit and rest.”
I inwardly winced. While I appreciated Anna’s offer, her cooking skills had taken a sharp right-hand turn into Disgustingville after she’d become a vampire. Incredible sense of smell aside, she’d lost the ability to sample foods, and with that gone, it seemed so was her talent for cooking. I guess when one only drank blood, their taste buds withered and died.
Anna took my hand and gave a gentle tug, pulling me up from the floor. I stood with a low groan, then turned and faced the mirror. I wasn’t showing, it was too soon, but I felt so different already. Knowing there was this little nugget growing inside me. A part of me couldn’t believe Sam and I had made something together, while the other part was still freaking the hell out.
“Come on, mama bear,” Anna teased. “Let’s get you fed. Sam and Cole should be back soon.”
I trailed after her, my mind whirling as I headed toward the couch, while Anna deviated to the kitchen. A month ago, she wouldn’t have been able to step a toe inside the room without the sun roasting her alive, thanks to all the massive windows. During the day, sunlight lit the kitchen up, which wasn’t conducive to the vampire lifestyle. Vlad and my mother woke post-sunset, so they were never at risk. Anna, though, could be awake during the day, compliments of the ancient vampire blood she’d once ingested. The sun still burned her to a crisp, so we’d added a set of blackout curtains for her protection. It’d taken a while to convince her, since Anna craved natural light almost as much as she did blood, but I’d finally won that battle.
It bothered her though. She missed sunlight—and her humanity.
As a compromise, I’d equipped the living room with a few SAD lamps and bought her a pair of light therapy glasses. More than once, I’d found her sprawled on the floor with the bulbs all pointed toward her and the glasses covering her face, pretending she was sunbathing.
Seating myself, I listened as Anna moved about the kitchen, then heard the quick whir of the blender. A few moments later, she stood in front of me, cradling a chilled glass in her hand. I took it from her, but rather than drink it, I rested it in my lap.
“Come on, Luce,” she urged, sitting next to me. “Drink up. It’s good for you. All the vitamins and minerals a pregnant mama needs.”
I forced a smile, appreciative of her efforts, then lifted the glass to my lips. The smell invaded my nose, and I sighed contentedly. My eyes closed as I guzzled it down, not pausing for breath.
“Whoa,” she whispered. “There’s more if you want some.”
I drew in a refreshing breath and lowered the glass to the table. “Not yet. But thank you. I needed that.”
Anna’s wide eyes left my face, and she stared at the empty glass. “I’d say. You feeling okay?”
“I’m good. Just feeling a little anxious.”
“Understandably. But you have nothing to be scared about. We both know Sam is going to be over the moon when he hears you’re pregnant.”
The words had barely left her mouth when the front door opened, and Cole and Sam entered.
My whole body froze like a deer caught in headlights.
“Shh,” Anna quietly whispered, patting my hand. She lounged on the couch next to me and casually stretched out like she hadn’t a care in the world. “Hey, guys.”
“Anna. Luce,” Sam greeted, his deep voice sending a shiver through my body.
I forced myself to lift my head and meet Sam’s gaze. He stood in front of the door, his eyes on me as he removed his shoes and placed them on the mat. Cole stood behind him, gently closing the door.
“Hi,” I rasped. I cleared my throat, then tried again. “Hey.”
“Hi?” A smile curled his lips. “You okay?”
“Me?” My voice came out squeaky. Damn voice. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I’m fine. How are you?”
He lifted a questioning brow, and his mouth quirked into an amused smile. “I’m fine.”
Small talk wasn’t usually our thing. In fact, normally by now, I’d have gone to him and welcomed him home with a soft kiss. If I did that, would he realize I smelled different? He hadn’t this morning, so my fears were silly. But the thought still niggled in the back of my head.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink a smoothie before,” he commented.
I glanced down at the empty glass. Yeah, those were his thing. Part of his daily workout regime. “Oh, well, you made them look so good, I thought I’d give one a try.”
He chuckled. “Glad to see you’re broadening your horizons.”
I forced another smile. Why was this so hard? It wasn’t like this was bad news, per se. Just unexpected.
Anna nudged me with her knee, then tilted her head in his direction.
I released a shaky breath and nodded. Handing her the empty glass, I stood on shaky legs and shuffled toward Sam and Cole. “Find anything out there?”
“No. All’s quiet,” he said begrudgingly.
Hmm. It’d been this way for the past month, and it made me anxious. Along with everything else, it seemed. When last Olivia and I had met, I’d killed her mate, and she’d shot mine, nearly killing Sam in the process. After that, I’d expected her to retaliate, simply to avenge Corbin’s death. Instead, it’d been nothing but crickets. No one had seen or heard from her since then. And while I would love to think that meant she’d smartened up and ditched this crusade of hers, deep down I knew better.
Where was she then? What was she doing? The not knowing was driving me batty.
“Maybe she realized she can’t win and gave up?” I suggested.
“That’s not what my intel suggests,” Cole chimed in.
“Well, we can talk about that later, when everyone else is awake or whatever.”
Sam stepped close, his hands rising to my cheeks. “You sure you’re okay? You seem off.”
He leaned down and brushed his mouth against mine. The feel of his lips soothed me, and I instinctively leaned into him, my palm pressed against his chest. I couldn’t help it. Touching Sam calmed me.
Once he drew back, I opened my eyes and steadied myself. There truly wasn’t any reason to be scared. No way in hell Sam would abandon me, nor would he get mad. Why I was so nervous, I had no idea.
I wiped my damp palms against my thighs and met his gaze. “I-I suppose I do need to talk to you.”
“Um.” I glanced back at Anna and gestured to Cole.
“Right!” She hopped to her feet. “Come on, Wolf Boy. I need your help with something upstairs.”
Cole blinked. “You do?”
Considering Cole and Anna rarely spoke, his confusion seemed valid. But this conversation definitely needed to be private. The two quickly vanished from sight, their steps retreating upstairs.
Strong fingers slid through my hair, pulling my focus back to the issue at hand. Sam swept my locks back from my face, then brushed his thumb against my cheek. My eyes fluttered shut, and I sighed, sinking into his touch.
“Lucy, what is it?” Sam asked.
I cupped his hands and eased them out of my hair, then pressed them against my belly. His fingers curled around my sides, his hands so large they nearly touched.
I met his gaze and swallowed.
“Okay, you’re scaring me,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
Two words. That was all I had to say.
Just rip the Band-Aid off, already!
My mouth opened, and I forced it out. “I’m… pregnant.”