"Richard, stop!" I snapped angrily at him after he kept touching my stomach for the umpteenth time while talking to it. It was on a Sunday, and we were lying down on the bed while Richard's hands kept wandering to my stomach. I thought I was going to be baby-crazed, but Richard beat me to it. Whenever he had the time, he would dote on me, constantly touching my stomach and talking to our child in that sickening baby voice adults do. He never missed a hospital appointment, no matter how busy he was. I will admit, it was cute. He was constantly bringing me food and tending to me. He massaged my feet even though he was a horrible masseur, but it was the thought that counted, so I didn't hold it against him. The pregnancy was now in its tenth week, and I had begun to spot a bump. As the pregnancy advanced, I was dealing with constant cravings, and today was one of those days. "But, baby, I am just telling him about the pack. According to Werewolf Pregnancy 101, they said it is good to

I woke up and noticed I was sitting on a chair. I tried to stand up but was met with resistance. My hands and legs were tied to a chair. I struggled to free myself, but it was of no use. The bindings were very strong, as if they were made for a werewolf. I tried to scream, but my mouth was sealed with tape. I struggled, trying to free myself, but it was to no avail. I tried to scream out my frustration. Everything was dark and stunk, and I couldn't see anything because my eyes were blindfolded. I couldn't smell anything either. Richard... Richard? My brain was feeling foggy from the effects of the drugs. I tried to reach out to Kiayra or Hermes, all to no avail. I suspect they had given me something that had weakened my wolf. Because I couldn't feel her, no matter how hard I reached inside her. I was getting frustrated, or I already was. The lack of scent was making me feel anxious. I was as blind as a bat, and also deaf. The worst thing that could happen to a werewolf is not being

Richard's POV Few hours to the kidnap, It was a typical busy Monday. It was a struggle to leave my pregnant mate to herself, but I had to. I have a pack to take care of, and she has work to do. My mouth tugged into a smile as I remembered all our activities yesterday. She was truly a vixen. She had made me break my oath. I promised not to fuck her until she gave birth, but she seduced me, and my defense crumbled. And now, I can't get enough of her. I adjusted myself as I felt myself growing in the pants. Isabella will definitely be my undoing. I tapped my forehead. Think of rough, hairy balls, Richard—rough, hairy balls. I had no choice but to let her go to work, after getting confirmation from Gamgam multiple times that it wouldn't be stressful to her health or the baby's. Now that I think about it, I should have assigned a warrior to keep a close eye on her. I don't want anything happening to her. "Is that drool I see on your mouth?" Ian's loud voice is difficult to miss. I sw

Richard's POV "What do you mean you can't find her? How can she just disappear into thin air?" I thundered, making everyone whimper. I don't care if my wolf is coming out, I need to find my mate! "Richard, please calm down. We will get to the bottom of these. Let us go back to the pack house." Ian tried to reassure me, but I am already way past calm. "I am not leaving here until I see my mate! So don't try to tell me to leave." Then I turned to Gamgam. "I heard someone follow her home. Who is that?" I was aware that she was friends with one of the warriors who teaches at the pack school, and I also heard they go to work together, and leave together. I have been ignoring it, since it was just a harmless friendship. I didn't want to seem overly possessive. No matter how Hermes always nags me about that. She is her own person and free to make her own choices. But if he is the one who hurt Isabella, I shall kill him. "He is my grandson. His name is Harry, he works at the pack school."

And wait, I did. I was outside waiting for them to be through with the surgery, all while praying to the goddess for a miracle. I was sitting outside in the waiting area, and Ian was beside me, providing me support as a friend. My head was bent as I waited for them. I didn't dare sleep, no matter how long they were in there. After several hours, they came out with worry and tiredness written all over their faces. We stood up immediately, and I rushed to meet them. "How is she? How is my baby? Are they going to live?" I couldn't help it as I bombarded them with questions. Fear and worry gripped me with their cold hands. "We have good and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" My mother spoke out. "I would prefer the bad news." I opted for the bad news first, so that I could use the good news to comfort myself. "You need to brace yourself for this one." My mom began. "I'm sorry son, but your son is dead. We tried all our best, but he was already dead before they got here