ALDRIC

"They’re lycan pups! Aldric, they’re lycans. Baby, you’re going to have two little wolf pups… no, no… wait…"

Azarot roared in excitement, drunk on love for his mate, but suddenly, he stiffened.

Doing the math, he realized that if two male lycans were born from his powerful lineage, he would have to share his mate with two more males.

"Aldric, why didn’t we make more girls?"

"You’re just realizing this now?" I huffed, never stopping my kisses on my Vale’s soft skin.

Males, females—it didn’t matter. These were the fruits of my love for the woman of my life, the only one for me.

The happiness would have been overwhelming if it weren’t for the critical situation we were in.

"You have some great timing, my wolf," she said with a tired smile, "with Sigrid also pregnant in the middle of the storm."

"We’ll get through this, just like last time," I told her, taking her hands and kissing them.

Truth be told, I don’t feel as sure of that as I want to seem.

I hug her again, pressing agains