Talia hurried back to the pack house, her steps quickening with every beat of the bond. All day, Lucian had been in her head—sometimes his voice, sometimes the deep growl of his wolf—never letting her forget she belonged to him. A constant reminder, a steady drum in her chest: come home, mate.
The babies kicked again, sharp and insistent. She pressed a hand to her stomach, smiling faintly. Impatient, just like their father.
Talia quickened her pace as she made her way back to the pack house. Her bond hummed with restless energy, Lucian’s wolf growling through the tether, Kaela echoing the demand inside her head: hurry home. They shut her out of the whole conversation, but the message was clear—her mate was waiting, and he was eager to see her.
Lucian was waiting at the door. He filled t
