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alongside his in the wardrobe. When Wyatt had asked me to come live with him for the sake of convenience I’d realized right then that he would probably never love me like I did him. I loved him the way Gabby loved Kenneth, the way a wolf loved their destined half. But the love between destined mates was mutual, there even if you tried to fight it, and I knew without a doubt that Wyatt didn’t feel that way about me.
    I wondered if it was possible to have a soulmate who was soulmates with someone else, because surely that was what was happening. Gabby had told me the knowledge of a fated mate was instantaneous, that you knew right away you had met the one who would complete you. I’d felt that way about Wyatt, but had he truly felt the same way about me I knew without a doubt he wouldn’t deny it. Denying your mate was like denying yourself, never letting yourself feel whole and complete. No, Wyatt didn’t see me as his fated mate.
    The thought made me maudlin and I wondered if my pregnancy hormones were starting to kick in because I wanted to cry. I pushed it down and raised my chin. No, I wouldn’t do it. There was no point in crying. I’d always wished to have Wyatt and now I had him, I would be happy with that. Maybe in time he could grow to love me—it would never be as deep as what I felt for him but it would be something—and even if that didn’t happen I knew he would love our children.
    I looked up into the mirror as I sensed him come into the bedroom. He was walking into the bathroom moments later. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I shivered as he pressed his hands gently against my stomach and looked at me in the mirror.
    “I can’t believe you have a piece of me and you growing inside of you,” he said softly. The gentleness I loved seeing in his sinful black eyes reflected back at me on the clear glass.
    “The pup is going to be lucky to have you as his father,” I said. I smiled as he pulled my hand over my stomach as rested it against the hard muscle. He laid his on top of it.
    “Pups. We alphas breed in litters,” he chuckled. “And they will be lucky to have the both of us. Not as lucky as we are to have them though.”
    “No, not as lucky,” I echoed softly. He turned me in his arms and brushed his lips across mine. The kiss was gentle but no less heated than the dozens he’d already given me today.
    “I was thinking,” he said as he pulled back.
    “Mmm?”
    He released me and stepped back. I watched, nearly swallowing my tongue as he pulled off his clothing piece by piece. “Before you get as big as a hillside, we should go for a run.” He grinned and tugged me along with him out of the bathroom. The double doors were open in the bedroom and the scent of the night drifted in, ruffling the sheer curtains. I inhaled deeply and felt my wolf paced restlessly inside of me, it wanted to go for a run.
    “A run does sound good,” I said as my wolf yipped in agreement. I grinned and quickly shucked off my loose sleeping pants.
    “Good, I’ve been looking forward to a chase all week, little wolf,” Wyatt said as he flashed his white teeth at me and began stalking towards me.
    I backed away towards the doors, laughing as he advanced predatorily. His grin was already wolfish. Spinning around, I felt my body lengthen and my bones pop and rearrange themselves as I shifted and landed on all fours. I let out a bark— come and get me! —as I dashed towards the forest surrounding the packlands.
    I laughed as I heard Wyatt’s answering growl. I streaked towards the cluster of trees, swerving and winding through their thick and skinny trunks as the pads of my feet flew over the soft ground. The scent of summer was all around us as I reveled in the night air brushing through my brown fur and all my instincts sharpened and came alive. I watched as a hare darted across the way in front of me, scared by the two large predators racing through their home. I could smell the