Richard’s POV
We’re not taking any risks this round.
Mara is brilliant with pack births, but perhaps human fertility medicine isn’t her specialty. So I pulled strings: the top reproductive endocrinologist in the city, a private clinic on the 27th floor of a building I quietly own, and a staff that signs NDAs thicker than most prenups.
Emma sits beside me in the plush waiting room. She’s in a soft white sweater and jeans, hair in a low ponytail. I could feel the nervousness raking through her.
I reach over and lace my fingers through hers. “You okay?”
She exhales. “Yeah.”
They call her name. I stand with her; no discussion. The nurse glances at me, used to overprotective husbands, and just smiles.
The exam room is all warm wood and soft lighting, a far cry from the packhouse’s s
