BEING PREGNANT WAS THE last thing Diana expected in this tumultuous time.
With her palms on her underbelly, her gaze was fixated on the foggy dense forest that surrounded the small cabin. She took a step forward and stepped out of the porch. Diana stayed here for a week already, and aside from Seymor, she only saw Sally who delivered daily necessities to her.
By her fourth step, a deep growl resonated behind her. Diana needed not to look back to know what it was. Who would it be but the oversized wolf—also known by not-so-many people as her mate?
Rolling her eyes, Diana was so close to stomping her feet. She faced the hovering behemoth behind her, hands on her waist and eyes glaring with a warning.
“Why don’t you shift and cuddle me, Dylan?”
Like always, silence answered Diana. He mer
