“I don’t understand, though,” Ulric interrupted. “That was more than a month ago. How was it the Cabal hadn’t already handled him?”
Silver had the answer. “He went into hiding.”
Honey had a question for the doctor. “You knew all this and didn’t tell us?”
The other woman shrugged. “Wasn’t my place. My only concern is you and the baby.”
The conversation could have gone on for hours after that, but Honey had enough. “I’m tired, and so is baby.” She rose from the couch and grabbed Ulric’s hand, as she did, saying, “We’re going to bed.”
When her mom opened her mouth—
Honey cut her off. “My fiancé is coming with me, or we’re going to a hotel.”
Which led to Jacob saying, “We need a walk. Now.”
Ulric could have told him not to bother, as he had no intention of having sex. He didn’t need a medical degree to know she’d almost died.
Only Honey apparently didn’t realize it. The moment they got to her bedroom she was kissing him.
“We shouldn’t. You need to rest.”
“What I need is you inside me. Right now.”
“But—”
“Less talk. More touching,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him.
It was hard to say no. So he didn’t. He just made sure he did the bulk of the work. Kissing every inch of her as if reassuring himself she was uninjured. Playing with her breasts and nipples until she arched from the bed and panted, begging.
Before he gave her what she wanted, he slid between her legs for a taste, plying her clit with his tongue, spreading her nether lips for a lick. Only when she had her first little orgasm did he relent and slide up her body, giving himself the leverage needed to nudge her sex with his cock.
She didn’t want his gentle pressure. Her legs locked around his hips and dragged him close, sheathing him tightly. He groaned as he held taut inside her.
She writhed. Wiggled. Shimmied.
He couldn’t help but follow her demanding lead. Grinding and thrusting. Pushing deep until her channel did that clench thing that happened when he hit the right spot.
He kept thrusting. His gaze on her face. When her eyes opened and their gazes locked, he mouthed, I love you.
“You’re mine,” she said.
The magical words to make him come.
And they kept him a grinning man even as he spent the next three days being tortured by his new mother-in-law, who did indeed manage to throw a wedding before the baby was born.
His in-laws didn’t seem too perturbed at getting a werewolf as a son-in-law, although Jacob did pull him aside to show him a silver bullet and mutter, “Hurt her and you’ll be eating this.”
As if he’d ever harm his mate.
The wedding happened as planned. He couldn’t have said what they ate, or said, or even what they danced to. The only thing he would always remember was his glowing bride when she looked him dead in the eye and, when it came time to say “I do,” chose to grin and instead howled, “I yabba dabba do!”
EPILOGUE
The month after the wedding passed much too quickly. While they could have stayed at Honey’s place, instead they went back to the house in the woods with all its equipment.
The bigger Honey’s belly grew, the more Ulric panicked. Not that he let it show. Honey glowed and had no fear at all. She kept telling him everything was going to be fine.
Meanwhile he wanted to know what these so-called vitamin shots of Dr. Silver’s contained. At the same time, it didn’t matter if it kept Honey alive.
On the subject of Dr. Silver, he’d never gotten to discover more about her involvement with the Cabal other than she worked directly for them. Answered only to them. And hadn’t been involved in the Viper thing at all. Or so she claimed.
Honey trusted her, and Ulric knew they needed her, so he let it go. Poking it would only unleash unpleasant consequences—for him.
As the full moon approached, the itch hit him harder than usual. Having not shifted the last time left him full of tension.
The day of the full orb, Honey and the doctor took no chances, locking themselves downstairs. Honey went to sleep early by design, and he went for a short four-legged run.
It was two days later that the contractions started.
There was much screaming and cursing. By Dr. Silver, who told Ulric to get out of her way if he was going to keep almost fainting every time she checked Honey’s cervix.
Eventually the moment came. Honey gripped his hand tight as he stood to the side and watched a head appear then shoulders, arms, legs.
In a gush of fluid that made him queasy slipped a slippery body, leading him to exclaim, “Holy fuck, a baby.”
“No shit. Hopefully your son gets his mother’s brains,” Dr. Silver said dryly as she knotted the cord and flipped the baby for a smack on the back.
It took a second before the baby gasped and yelled.
His son’s first cry.
I have a son.
Ulric almost fell over again, probably why Dr. Silver muttered, “Out of the way. Take this.” The baby got practically tossed at Ulric, who held him still as a bomb.
As Silver knelt, he noticed the abnormal amount of blood still flowing. A glance at Honey showed her smile fading as her eyes fluttered.
“What’s happening?”
Rather than reply, Silver yanked on the cord and out came a hunk of—
He turned and heaved, the baby tucked to his chest. “What was that?” he finally said when he got his gagging under control.
“Let’s just say your wife didn’t escape this pregnancy entirely unscathed.”
He whirled. “Is she okay?”
Silver nodded. “She should be, but she won’t ever have another child.”
His head bowed as he inwardly whispered, I’m sorry. Then, “Does she know?”
The doctor nodded. “She was always aware this might happen.” And she still chose to go through with it was the unspoken part.
“Where’s the baby?” Honey’s faint request drew him to her side. He leaned down and gently placed the bundled baby in his wife’s arms.
It led to a sudden squalling. Honey beamed at their squishy red-faced son and declared, “He’s perfect.”
Even Terror agreed. The kitten took to sleeping in the crib with Michael—named after Michael J. Fox for his iconic role in Teen Wolf—and hissing at anyone who got too close other than Mom and Dad.
A perfect family for a werewolf.
A happily ever after at last for Ulric.
Dr. Erryn Silver presented her findings to the Cabal virtually.
“The pregnancy was successful.”
“Only because of your intervention,” argued one of the members.
“The treatment protocol has flaws,” another pointed out. “The mother reacted to the moonlight and would have died if not for Silver.”
“But she proved it’s possible,” said yet another via the anonymous group call.
“One successful birth doesn’t mean it will work for everyone.” But it was a start that Erryn hoped to build on.
“The child is human, correct?” asked the deepest of the voices.