Marcus POV
Marcus held Sarah tightly to his chest while she recovered from the rejection. It was as if the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them. Sarah’s sharp intakes of breath seemed to be soothed by her mate. Marcus closed his eyes, and focused, drowning out the din of the battle around them. A tiny fluttering heartbeat greeted him, making his own race in return. His pup was alive. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not Alastair—Not the battle. His brave warrior Queen had fought while carrying their pup—and survived. She’d protected their cub like a fearless mother wolf. He was—of course—going to deliciously punish her later for putting herself at risk. The prospect of all of this being over and finally able to enjoy Sarah without repercussions—without sneaking
