“I’m not on birth control,” I whispered to him after a few minutes had passed.

“There are condoms in my closet, somewhere, if we want to use them,” he murmured.

My stomach clenched, though.

I… didn’t want to use them.

Regardless of whether or not there was money in my trust fund like my parents claimed, Elliot and I could afford to have another kid.

And, if money wasn’t an issue, well, then I wanted one.

It was usually hard to get pregnant as a werewolf, ...