Time passed quickly, and soon, the long-awaited Gathering of the Alphas was upon them.
Becca, meanwhile, had been doing little more than eating well and making love—so much that if she kept it up, she’d be chubby in no time.
The sooner she got pregnant, the better. It would speed up everything.
Dean had changed too. Ever since that run in the forest, he’d become much more attentive—more tender than before.
She was starting to worry. An Alpha getting this attached wasn’t a small thing. Letting her go later wouldn’t just be hard on him—it would hurt her too.
“Are you sure you don’t want to attend?” Dean asked, adjusting his tie while a maid assisted him.
He looked striking—like a well-groomed businessman. He flashed her a warm smile, and she gave him one in return.
“No, not yet,” she
