Lavine withdraws his hand off my p.anties. I rotate my upper body a little, so I could get a better view of his face. He’s hesitant, which is odd. We’ve made love twice before. Now, he’s having a second thought of getting me pregnant?
“Cloette, I can’t lose you.”
His voice manifests anxiety which is very unlikely of him. So this time, I fully turn my body towards him. I clutch his chiseled jaw with both my hands, then say,
“You won’t lose me. Trust me. My wolf told me that if I undergo phase two of my training, I’d be capable of giving birth to a pup.”
My eyes crinkle when he doesn’t show any sign of surprise. His changeless reaction only means one thing - what I said is no news to him. Of course, he knows it! He’s an alpha! Why did that idea slip my head?
“That training isn’t a guara
