Bartholomew sat, looking at Alashia as she slept. Her children were again curled up with her, and she somehow managed to accommodate them all. It was her last day of bed rest, and Alashia had been restless. The voices were getting louder, Bartholomew could now hear them.
Minerva’s blockers were designed using magic, and so there was a price. Bartholomew now shared all of Alashia’s symptoms. Of course, she wasn’t aware of that or she never would have agreed.
Being a werewolf’s biggest perk was quick healing. So his body now took on what her human one couldn’t handle. He never even had to suffer the consequences.
On this particular day, he had exciting news; she was about to be an aunt! He and his mate had finally succeeded in becoming pregnant, with twins no less! Bartholomew desperatel
