Series: Unforgiven Country Series by Jenika Snow
Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
I know he’s watching over me, and I think maybe he always has. It just took finding my wolf to connect with him.
“What are you doing?” I laugh, distracted from my thoughts.
Wyatt runs his nose against the side of my neck again, his large hand spread out protectively across my stomach.
“You’re pregnant,” he murmurs, kissing my skin gently and inhaling again.
“We’ve known that for a couple of weeks now,” I laugh, feeling so completely happy and in sync with my wolf that the joy is indescribable.
“And every day the scent of you carrying my cub gets deeper, stronger and makes me want to howl with joy,” he mumbles.
“I love you, Wyatt.”
“I love you, Kendi, more than I will ever be able to tell you.”
“You show me,” I remind him. “Every single day you show me.” I turn over on my back, threading my fingers through his. “Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?”
“The scent is so strong already that it could be one of each.”
I stiffen in surprise, my heart beating rapidly. “Do you think it is? Twins?” I ask, unable to keep the pleasure and excitement out of my voice.
“It’s a possibility. We’ll have to wait and see,” he says and smiles, genuinely happy. “Either way, we will love whatever fate gives us.”
“Hmm … maybe if you keep making love to me, you can plant another child inside … You know, help fate along a little bit.”
He growls low, desire lacing his voice. “Are you trying to tempt me into fucking you again, mate?”
“Maybe,” I giggle.
“Didn’t I wear you out enough the first time?”
“I’ll never get enough of you, Wyatt,” I tell him honestly.
“I feel the same,” he murmurs, his wolf bleeding through his voice and sending chills through my body. I can feel my wolf humming in pleasure.
And then Wyatt takes my mouth, slips his hand between my thighs, spreads my legs, and settles his big body between them.
He slides his hard cock inside of me, doing his part to make sure fate blesses us with a boy and a girl.
Kendra
Nine months later
In the end, Wyatt might have tried a little too hard.
Then again, neither of us complained when I gave birth to three strong male cubs. Hopefully next time we’ll have girls.
You know, just to make it fair.
Wyatt
Three years later
I can’t help but smile as the boys run around, their roughhousing is no doubt stressing Kendra out. But it is the way of our kind, the males of a pack so rowdy that the mothers are often patching up scrapes and bruises on a daily basis.
“Lincoln, Fin, Quintin,” Kendra yells from the front door. “Dinner’s ready.” I hear Kendra push against my consciousness. “Wyatt, wrangle those boys up and come inside.” The sweetness of her voice in my head has me growling low in possessiveness.
I watch as the triplets tackle each other to the ground in an attempt to go to the cabin. I groan, wanting her even after all these years, needing her like we were teenagers. I can’t control myself where she’s concerned.
“Come on, boys,” I shout and they stop fighting, all three running into the cabin, and I know Kendra is going to flip out over the mud they’re tracking in.
I take the steps onto the porch, see Kendra grinning and shaking her head as she stares at the boys. I have her in my arms a second later, my nose buried in her neck, her sweet scent filling my head. I can also smell the delicate scent of our child growing inside of her.
Although I didn’t mind waiting to find out the sex of the baby, Kendra was desperate to see if it was a girl. So, she dragged me along to one of those 3D ultrasound places outside of the city. And although I knew she would have been happy with whatever fate decided to bless us with, we found out it was a little girl.
I already feel my protective instinct rise up, knowing that I’ll have to kill any male who comes close to her, sniffing around to date my little girl.
Kendra laughs, reading my thoughts easily. “We have our work cut out for us when our little girl comes.”
I place my hand protectively on her belly, the roundness growing each day. She only has a few more months and then we’ll meet our little princess. That’s when I’ll become even more of a growly bastard.
But I can’t wait. My love for Kendra and our children is so powerful that there isn’t anything in this world that can change it. There isn’t anything that can take them away.
They are mine, and I’ll protect them until my last breath.
Kendra
I look down at little Rose, her head full of blonde hair, looking like baby feathers. I lift my hand and run my fingers through the soft strands, listening to her softly suckle as she nurses. I can hear the triplets out back, rowdy as usual, and with each day that passes, they become even more rambunctious. But then again, they are wolf shifters.