“You can hold my hand,” I tell my mate as he escorts me back to the palace. He, yet again, offered me his arm.
“No,” he says. “No, I cannot.”
I sigh. I’m so confused by his reaction to finding me and even more by his reaction to me scratching him with wolfsbane.
“We’re going straight to the healer when we get back,” he tells me.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly. I do feel a bit bad.
He smirks and looks down at me. “Not for me, Mate. For you. You’re pregnant and have been living in a grove of wolfsbane for three weeks. You ate raw meat and shifted multiple times. We need to check on him.”
I place my free hand over my stomach. “I really didn’t realize,” I tell him. I feel so foolish now. “There were times that I thought I smelled you, but then you never came. It was probably the
