Warren

Two? Did she say two pups?

I hear the sounds of the pack cheering around us, but I’m focused on my mate’s beautiful face and her smug smile.

“We’re having twins?”

“Mhmm,” she answers, her fingers running through my hair and sending shivers all over my body.

“Boys? Girls? One of each?” I ask.

“One of each. But don’t think that gets you out of pup duty for the rest of your life. You promised to give me as many as I wanted,” she says, grinning up at me.

“I always ...