ANTHONY’S POVThe blonde man’s chiseled face only jerked once. The quick flick of his thick blonde eyebrows shot up as if registering surprise before the impassive mask fell back over his dashingly handsome features.“And now…now she's pregnant too Michael. Carla Winehouse Reagent is fucking pregnant for me and I don't know what the FUCK I'm going to do when Elena eventually finds out,” I gushed, and the weight that had been pressing down into my shoulders seemed to lighten a bit before I watched Michael squeeze his eyes shut, pushing away from me to curse expeditiously at the universe.“Fucking fuck!” My brother’s enraged roar rent through the air as adrenaline shit through my body like a freaking current.“You got that right,” I murmured back, trying to hold in a bitter life and watching the blonde Alpha glance around the lot. It was empty. I knew because I had spun my head in a freaking circle the entire time I was speaking to him.The last thing I needed was one of the rubber-mout

ELENA’S POVThe sound of my heels clacking on the stony walkway was all I could hear over the chirping of crickets and the croaking of frogs from the small blue pond beside the garden.The moonlight illuminated the rocky path that wound into different sections, but there was still no sign of Anthony or Michael behind each one.Where the hell were they? “Goddess help them if they're late again,” I threatened no one but myself as I tapped my feet impatiently on the path and tried to ignore the creepy crawling feeling tingling the base of my neck before squinting into the darkness.The scent of something stopped me cold in my tracks and I whipped around when I thought I saw a tall silhouette in the shadows.“Anthony? Michael? Come on out and stop messing with me already,” I yelled, unable to help the soft smile that tugged at my lips when my eyes narrowed on the shadow standing still between the bronze sculptures.Freaking hell, I didn't put it past the men to try and prank me again the

ELENA WOLFEThe tinkling of the large golden chandelier above me made me groan tiredly.I threw out an arm, trying to ignore the stab of longing in my chest when only thick cotton sheets twisted between my fingers.“Good morning, Miss Elena,” A woman’s soft voice made me moan before I scrunched up my nose at the bitter taste in the back of my throat.Could a pregnant woman not have a moment of peace and quiet for herself? It seemed to me that everyone, everyone except Nancy Gotham had been fussing over me ever since the news of my pregnancy broke.I stretched lazily to my feet, grunting to the maid’s curtsey before heading over to Anthony’s washroom to splash cold water on my face and rinse out my mouth.The dark-haired woman in the mirror who stared back at me with vibrant grey eyes was breathtaking.I ran my fingers carefully through the thick curls of my black hair that fell in bangs over the side of my face.Dark lashes fluttered against high cheekbones that sloped into a firm pin

ELENA WOLFEThe Alphas stiffened beside me, but I kept my eyes firmly on the intruder.“Shit.” Michael hissed and my stomach dropped when I caught the guilty look on their faces that was quickly replaced by anger.Why weren't they sending her away? Fucking hell…at least she was late. There was nothing she could do now that I was the rightful Luna of Gotham!“What the fuck do you think you're doing here Carla Winehouse?” I called loudly, jutting my chin proudly when her eyes widened on the crown I knew was glowing on my head.I wanted her to look long and hard at the crown that would never be hers, and a smirk drew at the corner of my lips when the sharp lines of her face darkened.“It's hardly proper not to invite a noble princess to the royal wedding, don't you think, Elena? I wonder what the court will think of your attempts to keep me away.” The red-haired woman growled and I was suddenly afraid. My lips formed a tight shaky line as she swung her hips and strutted through the red c

ALPHA MICHAEL GOTHAMMy claws connected with the large trunk of the Bonsai tree before I could stop myself, sending the brown wood flying across the foyer with a thundering crack.“Would you calm down Michael? You’re causing a scene!” My brother’s voice was hard when he spoke up beside me and I whirled around in time to see the displeased scowl on his face.Was he taking the piss? “Are you fucking joking Anthony?” I hissed angrily, stabbing my claws into the hard plate of his chest and not caring when I felt the eyes of the castle's elite surrounding us.“We lose our fucking mate because of YOUR mistake and you're worried that I'm causing a bloody scene?” I spat, and my brother reared back like I had just plunged a knife between his ribs.It had only been hours since the fatal disaster that was our mate's wedding with Elena, and yet it felt to me like it had been years already.I had seen the broken look on her face back in the hall, the way her rounded shoulders seemed to collapse i