Chapter One Hundred and Seven. Mars.
My poor, adorable mate. She is in pain. I can see she is in pain, but will she take a break, and allow me to drop Max off at school before my Alpha training? Nope, she won’t.
She tossed and turned all night in a bid to get comfortable. Even laid on my chest, which is usually a sure-fire way to settle her is not working. One minute the covers are over her, then next they are in a heap on the floor. It is a good job I am an Alpha werewolf, because it is winter here in Scotland, and damn well freezing. I run hot, and still my teeth are chattering by morning. When she does drop off to sleep, she suddenly is jumping up, with a yell, and pacing the bedroom floor. The first time I thought she had gone into premature labour. Panic had consumed the heart of
