Chapter 91. Daddy

Becca's POV

Zane returned home late from work today. He appeared quite strained, with lines already beginning to form on his forehead. This attractive man's expression was becoming tense, and I knew precisely what was behind it. If only I could embrace him right now and reassure him that everything would be okay.

I don’t quite believe it myself, but as a werewolf, I find myself in a tight spot. I'm forced to adhere to the Were-laws or face Paxton's wrath on both me and my beloved. Exposing Zane or our pup to that is unthinkable. If I choose to stay with him, the pack might spare me now because of the pregnancy, yet inevitably they would kill Zane.

My beloved Zane.

The garage doors shut, and just like every other time, the lights in the living room and kitchen flickered on. I suspected he was grabbing a quick bite before heading to bed. Shortly after that, I noticed those lights go off again while they brightened up in his bedroom. Reaching fo