Chapter 0148

Six months have flown by since Evelyn's birthday celebration. So much has changed in this short time. A month after her special day, we graduated high school, and just a week later, the Alpha ceremony took place.

The ceremony was monumental—not just for me, but for our entire pack. We welcomed a fresh wave of ranked wolves into their new roles. Evelyn pledged her oath as Luna, Donovan as my Beta. Genevieve was officially instated as our Beta female—yes, my best friend finally claimed his mate. Nathaniel took his place as Gamma, while our lead warrior respectfully stepped down alongside my father, making room for Sebastian.

Adjusting to these roles hasn’t been easy, but we’ve adapted well. The weight of responsibility is heavy, yet we function seamlessly as a unit.

Gregory has been spending more time at the packhouse lately, training our seasoned warriors while Sebastian handles the younger ones who’ve just come into their wolves.

Right now, I’m seated in what used to be my father’s office—now mine. The call from Dr. Whitmore about Genevieve’s pregnancy came a few days ago, so I wasn’t surprised when she asked me to give Donovan the night off. The grin on his face these past few days hasn’t gone unnoticed. He’s practically bursting with pride, announcing to anyone who’ll listen that he’s going to be a father.

Watching him with Genevieve is endearing. As mates, they’ve always been affectionate, but now his hands constantly drift to her stomach, as if reassuring their little one of his presence.

I won’t lie—I’ve felt a pang of envy. Not that Evelyn and I have been actively trying. Quite the opposite, actually. With everything on our plates, bringing a pup into the world didn’t seem like the right time.

And yet, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t cherished having my little Guardian all to myself. Every night, she has my undivided attention. That euphoria from our first time hasn’t faded—if anything, our bond has only deepened. Evelyn is my addiction, and I’m more than happy to indulge. Though, I must admit, my mate has developed an insatiable craving for a very specific kind of dessert.

Maybe it’s time to reconsider. The thought of Evelyn’s belly swelling with our child sends a rush of emotions through me. And the idea of putting in extra effort to ensure my seed takes root? Well, let’s just say it’s having a very noticeable effect.

At that exact moment, my little Guardian’s voice slips into my mind. "Adrian? I’m hungry." Her tone is downright petulant.

That’s unusual. "Did you skip lunch, love? Do you need me to bring you something?"

"I’m hungry for dessert. And not the kind your mother bakes." Then she floods our link with an image of exactly what she wants—and how she plans to satisfy that hunger.

I’m out of my chair and halfway to the door before my brain catches up. Maybe baby-making starts tonight.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I burst into our room, startling my Luna. She’s standing by her desk—the one we added after she officially moved in. When she turns, her eyes are dark with hunger, but I don’t give her a chance to speak.

In one motion, I scoop her up and pin her against the wall, tearing her dress in my haste.

"I liked that dress, Alpha," she breathes.

"I’ll buy you ten more," I growl before slamming into her.

No matter how many times I have this woman, no matter how often I touch or taste her—it’s never enough. Even during her heat, when I thought I’d wear myself out, I still craved more.

I take her hard against the wall before carrying her to the bed, where I claim her again—slower this time, pouring every ounce of love into each movement. Afterward, she curls against my chest, my arm wrapped securely around her. This is where I’m meant to be.

"I have something to show you, Adrian." She looks up at me, and I feel Selene pushing forward.

I kiss her nose. Whatever this is, it’s important enough for her wolf to be present. Theron surges forward in response.

"What is it, love?"

She slips off the bed and retrieves a paper from her desk before settling back against me. I prop myself up slightly to read it, keeping her tucked close.

"You went to the doctor? Are you okay?" Concern laces my voice.

"Just read it, Alpha." Her smile is radiant.

I scan the page, searching for the reason she visited the pack hospital without telling me. Then I see it.

Test Results:

Positive: Pregnant

The words register instantly. In a flash, I flip us over, pressing my face to her stomach. Theron is right there with me, as if our mere desire has willed this little one into existence.

I inhale deeply, searching for the scent. Evelyn giggles. "Dr. Whitmore said you won’t be able to smell our pup for another week."

Maybe for a normal wolf. But I’m mated to a Guardian, and since completing our bond, every sense has sharpened beyond even an Alpha’s capabilities. Theron is frantic, nuzzling her flat stomach as if our child might answer.

Then—there. The faintest shift in Evelyn’s honeyed scent. Theron presses harder, zeroing in on that spot.

"Found you, peanut," I murmur against her skin. "And now that I have, I’m never letting you go."