Chapter 113

Selene

On the way to the nearest human drugstore to avoid rumors, my thoughts are running ramped. What if I really am pregnant? What the hell are we going to do? What's Phoenix going to think?

Considering the fact that we've never discussed having pups, I don't see him taking it well. Just a couple of days I was worried about becoming Luna and having all that responsibility put on my shoulders, and now I have to worry about prematurely bringing a baby into this world?

Holy shit. Just fuck my life. Luna of Diapers and Spit-Up, here I come.

"Are you okay?" Makayla asks, glancing back at me from the passenger seat beside Loki.

I take a deep breath. "Not if it isn't negative."

Her eyes fill with sympathy. "Well, maybe there's a chance that we're wrong."

"You mean you, Maribel, and an entire group of toddlers?" My voice teeters on the edge of hysteria. "And didn't you say your mom like desperately missed Luke when he wasn't around?"

She shrugs, biting her lip. "I mean, yeah, early on, and then she got toward the end of her pregnancy and ghosted him. So, if you really are, at least you know it won't always be like that."

I glare at her. "That's not making me feel any better right now."

When Loki pulls up into the parking lot, I practically sprint out of the car and run into the drugstore, feeling Makayla right behind me. "Goddess, Selene, slow down," she murmurs.

But I don't. I can't. I need to find out if I'm pregnant or not.

Two little lines. Two little lines could change everything. A baby. Could I really be having a baby?

Fuck.

No. It's too soon.

After finding the 'family planning' aisle, I grab several pregnancy tests, not knowing which ones to get. I know there's a brand that works for both humans and werewolves, but I've never cared enough to ask my mom about it, so I grab two of each brand on the shelf.

When Makayla and I go to the register to check-out, the cashier, an elderly woman smiles at me. "I remember those days. Freaking out, aren't you, dear?"

"Yes," I admit, feeling my heart racing. "Yes I am."

She places a calming hand over mine. "It will be okay, I promise," she reassures me. Then, she points to the back of the building. "The bathroom's back there."

"Thank you," I rush out, grabbing Makayla's hand and dragging her to the bathroom with me.

I put a timer on my phone, counting down the two minutes that might very well flip my entire life upside down.

Suddenly, Phoenix mind-links me, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. Relief washes over me. He's okay.

"Hey, little wolf," he says.

"You're okay!" I exclaim, my dread lessening by the sound of his voice. My wolf stirs, purring for him. "Does that mean everything went as planned?"

"Mmm, not quite. Looks like we'll be having a few guests today."

"Guests? The Devils are coming to the packhouse?" I ask in shock.

"Only because I had to bring Luther's secretary...unwillingly."

My breath catches in my throat. "What? You kidnapped someone?"

As the timer goes off and I look down, my stomach drops. Two pink lines stare back at me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

And on the very first test!

"Phoenix, I'll meet you at house, okay?" I manage, my voice tight with panic.

"Wait, you're not there? Where the hell are you?" he demands.

"With Makayla and Loki. I needed to get a few things from the store," I say, trying to calm down before I begin hyperventilating.

It's a half-truth. I needed to get one thing for the store. And now I have two pink lines to deal with.

"Okay, little wolf. But hurry home, I'm heading there now, and I have someone I want you to meet."

The moment the connection between Phoenix and me breaks, my legs almost give out. I lean heavily against the bathroom sink, staring down at the pregnancy test again, as if the lines will magically disappear if I blink hard enough.

"Selene?" Makayla's voice is soft, but I can hear the worry edging it. She gently taps on the door. "Is it...?"

I open the door and hold up the test, unable to find my voice. Her eyes widen as she takes it in, and she lets out a long breath.

"Well, shit," she whispers, clearly as stunned as I am.

"No kidding." My voice is shaky, and I feel like the walls of the tiny drugstore bathroom are closing in on me. I suck in a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but I can feel everything spiraling out of control. "What am I gonna do, Makayla? Phoenix is going to flip. We never talked about having kids, and now...now this?"

Makayla moves closer, her arms wrapping around me in a tight, comforting hug. "Breathe. You've got this. You're not alone. You've got Phoenix, me, your mom, and a whole packhouse full of omegas that deal with babies on a daily basis. We'll all figure this out together. You're going to be a great mom."

I let out a laugh that sounds half-crazed. "A great mom? I can't even deal with toddlers without feeling like they're tiny aliens trying to kill me. And don't get me started on Phoenix is going to react. He just kidnapped someone, Makayla. What do I say to him? 'Hey, baby, I know you're dealing with the most dangerous gang in existence right now, but surprise...I'm pregnant!"

Makayla grins at me, but it's a little strained. "Okay, maybe not like that. But you'll find the right moment. Phoenix loves you, and he'll want to support you, no matter what."

I bite my lip, anxiety bubbling up inside me again. "And what if he doesn't want this? What if he doesn't want me anymore?"

Makayla shakes her head firmly. "You know that would never happen. He's fucking obsessed with you, he'll probably be ecstatic that his baby is growing inside you. He seems like the type to have a breeding kink, anyway."

Suddenly, Loki clears his throat and I look up to find him standing behind Makayla. "Uh, you two okay?" he asks, his tone cautious.

I pull away from Makayla, wiping at my eyes and trying to get myself together. "Yeah. I think so."

Makayla gives me a reassuring nod before turning to her mate. "We should get back. Phoenix will probably be in a mood if he gets there before us."

Loki glances between us, sensing the tension but wisely choosing not to ask any questions. "Right. Let's get you home."