Page 46 of The Alpha Wolf’s Secret Baby Boy

“Oh, I’m not keeping anything from you guys,” I chuckle as I glance between him and Amelia.

Amelia huffs as she exchanges a knowing look with her husband. “You can’t convince me otherwise. It’s probably why you two had a little heart-to-heart again.”

My jaw drops, and I turn to Damita with wide eyes of shock. She only giggles.

“You told her?”

“Of course, I told her, Damian. She is my wife.”

Amelia smiles and looks up for Dorian to press a kiss on her lips. The sight that would have made my stomach churn a few days ago suddenly doesn’t have that effect.

Instead, I try to imagine what life would be like with Poppy now that we’ve moved on from the past. Could we be as inseparable as Dorian and Amelia?

Could we be happy?

I’d like to believe that.

As I take Damita to the living room to give Dorian and Amelia some alone time, I put her down in her playpen and pick up a plush toy, lips curling into a stupid smile as another thought crosses my mind.

What would life be like if Poppy and I had a child of our own?

I’d hardly given it much thought before, especially after what happened on the night that drove her away. But could this thought be the reason for my inner wolf’s reckless behavior?

Mate… it whispers in my head, as if to confirm my suspicion.

The reason I acted so impulsively, so brutally, was probably because it’s not just my mate I wanted to claim; I want to start a family with her.

“Flynn says he’s heard back from the witches,” Dorian reveals as he joins us in the living room, jolting me from my thoughts.

“Does it sound promising?” I ask my brother, becoming wary all over again.

“It seems that way, but he says we’ll call up another meeting once the witches are in Zafra.”

My eyes widen with shock. “They’re going to his pack territory?”

Dorian nods, and I let out a grunt.

“Are we even sure we can trust them, Dorian?”

He shrugs. “You’ve seen what the north border looks like,” he sighs, picking up the toy block Damita had dropped and passing it back to her. “This might be our only chance to stop the threat before it gets out of hand. You know what it was like when the rogues were onto us.”

My jaw tightens at the reminder. “I know. But we should just remain cautious, yeah?”

Dorian sighs again as he nods slowly, his eyes twinkling with wonder and sadness at the same time as he stares at his daughter, who’s not even a year old. He doesn’t even look up when the doorbell rings, and Amelia goes to answer. My chest tightens, and I’m just about to offer him some words of reassurance when Amelia comes flying into the room.

“Dorian!” she exclaims, her eyes wide, face pale as she rushes to her daughter and lifts her out of the playpen. “Go, please! A child has been taken!”

“What?!” Dorian and I burst out at the same time, and fury spreads through my chest.

“It’s getting worse!” Amelia wails as she clutches her child in her arms, pointing at the doorway. “Her child was taken!”

Dorian and I don’t waste a second before we’re both rushing toward the front door, hearing the horrified cries of a woman outside, sobbing into her hands as she’s keeled over in a listless, defeated pile.

Something stops me a few feet away as Dorian continues ahead to the woman, the sight of her lost when he fills the doorway.

My heartbeat quickens, and my instincts flare to wreak havoc on every nerve I possess.

That strange feeling from earlier this morning returns, along with the goosebumps across my arms, and the fine hairs prickling at my nape.