Two weeks had passed. I stood in front of my mirror and rubbed my ever growing belly. I already knew that my pup was a boy. Zeke's memories were erased while I was still in the very early stages of pregnancy. Oliver wanted to name him Zander, but I wanted Zeke. We had fought about it for a few days before Silvia had gotten fed up and told us that she would name him when he was born. My hormones weren't as bad as they were with my girls. I loved feeling him move inside me. He was already strong. I knew he was going to be an Alpha some day.
After leaving the pack house, I walked around the small town that I had claimed as my own. Smiles and hellos were passed to everyone I saw. The restoration was complete and everyone decided that the children would go to school in Silvia's land. With my
