Chapter 26. Honeymoon’s Over, Babe

Alexander

Thank Goddess, he was supernatural, or his dick – which his queen had thoroughly enjoyed – would have fallen off from nonstop fucking for twelve mind-blowing days. He smirked. Not a chance.

Instead of the initial seven days of mating bliss – the usual time given to newly mated couples – they had to stay five more days in solitary because his mate was in heat. His wolf would have killed anyone intruding upon them.

And with a damn good reason, it seemed.

His Anna made him the happiest lycan in the world. At first, he couldn’t believe it. Supernatural beings took decades to conceive. What he scented coming from her right now believed that fact. He was one lucky bastard. Everyone would hear the heartbeat or heartbeats in a few days.

The wolf inside of him was calm. Content. A rare occurrence. He was usually pestering him.

I will have pups soon, human.

So much for being calm. He was plotting.

Hmmm, not a bad idea. His wolf sometim