Honeymoon's Over, Babe

Alexander

Thank Goddess he was supernatural or his dick --which his queen had thoroughly enjoyed-- would have fallen off from none stop 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, belied that fact. He was one lucky bastard. Everyone will hear the heartbeat or heartbeats in a few days.

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