KINGSLEY POV
My goddess.
My mate.
My universe wrapped in mortal skin.
Pregnant.
She was pregnant.
With my pup.
Or—Moon help us—pups?!
I swear I felt my wolf, Shadow, do a triple backflip in my head. We’d known joy before. Rage. Hunger. Lust. Even love. But this?
This was legacy.
Ours.
“Oh, Moon above,” I whispered, frozen in place, still half-tangled in the sheets, her scent wild and warm on my skin. “We did it. We actually—”
“What if she’s carrying quintuplets?”
Shadow, that unhinged mutt, was pacing in circles now, his tail thumping like a toddler on sugar. “Imagine the chaos. Five little warrior cubs with her fire and our teeth. You’d be braiding battle buns before breakfast.”
Quintuplets.
My heart skipped. My knees buckled. My brain blue-screened.
We had history, okay?
