Alcyde
I'm reviewing patrol schedules with Billy Joe when Sophia appears in the office doorway, her scent different enough that my wolf notices immediately. Sweeter. Richer. Like vanilla layered with something fundamental that makes every protective instinct I possess roar to attention.
"Can we talk?" Her voice carries that particular quality that means whatever's coming is important. "Alone?"
Billy Joe reads the room with his usual efficiency, gathering papers and disappearing with a knowing smirk that I'll deal with later. The moment the door closes, I'm across the room, hands framing her face, searching for whatever's changed.
"You okay? The nightmare from last night—"
"I'm pregnant." The words tumble out fast, like she's afraid stopping will mean never saying them. "Four week
