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Beautiful.
Mine forever.
It takes a long time for Dutch to force out the answers I need.
But I’m patient, and I don’t look away.
Not even once.
Brandon never notices me peeking from the shadows, and I don’t catch one whiff of his woodsy scent.
When Dutch bounces out of the cell, freckled in blood, he beams so bright, a tail-wag thumps my bones. “Solly! Pee tests don’t work for gammas. Something about a delay for a protective mechanism. We have to test your glee—or glyco—I don’t know. Can’t say it, but I wrote it down. We have to test your blood.”
Dutch scoops me up, already running. Painting my throat with kisses, glowing with love and justice, he carries me back above ground.
I can walk and fight my own battles just fine.
But why?
I only pull apart from him to reach my phone and text Lilah.
How soon can you schedule a blood test?
LILAH
For what?
Gamma pregnancy marker
Um. NOW???
Meet me at the clinic
I’d text my pack, but I don’t have to.
I feel them.
They’re already on their way.
* * *
Within ten minutes, I’m sitting on a crinkly exam table, surrounded by my alphas and Wyvern House’s entire medical team. Bishop, Reese, Dutch, and Jin crowd so close, the doctor can barely draw my blood.
Lilah squeezes my ankle while Orion squeezes her, and their alphas bark at the army of doctors, techs, and researchers flurrying to test the gamma hormone no one—including me—has ever heard of before.
Lisa and Dany hover bright-eyed, trying not to get in the way, and Wyvern Pack’s older generation—Lilah’s mercenary fathers-in-law—hover behind them for reasons I don’t care to guess.
I feel like a lab rat, a guinea pig, and a fish in a bowl.
When I reach to rub my throat, Jin grips it with a touch that steadies my pulse. “You’re not alone.”
“Never again.” Dutch leans over the back of my exam table, rubbing his chin on my scalp.
Bishop hums, busy sterilizing my elbow bend like the needle-prick is a fatal wound.
Reese rocks my other arm, twining our fingers and stroking my hand against his beard. “Doesn’t matter what the white coats say.”
“It doesn’t matter?” I repeat.
