Quirin

I wake up early, like I always do, aching for my mate. I don’t need Yara to tell me that Kennedy is having another girl. I can’t fucking keep my hands off her. Her scent is so strong that my mouth waters all the time and I walk around with a hard on every minute of the fucking day.

So while we’ll get confirmation of my daughter’s gender today, I’ve smelled my mate when she’s pregnant with my daughters and my sons and I know the difference. We’re having a girl, which means ...