Three months went by.
No one knew the Luna was pregnant. Dean believed it was best to keep it hidden, at least until it became impossible to conceal—when her belly began to show, only then would the pack be informed.
In the meantime, he had become extremely attentive, surrounding her with silent affection and constant care. The pack had come to adore their Luna, embracing her as if she were one of their own.
Her name was often spoken in hushed admiration throughout the pack. But there was something else—something subtle yet unmistakable. Even Dean noticed it.
She was changing.
Her facial features had grown more defined, her body had become rounder and sexier, and her hair seemed to carry a new warmth. Even her skin looked flawless—almost unnaturally smooth.
"I can bet the whole pack
