Bree’s P.O.V.
Seeing Luke so vulnerable made my heart ache. He was in real pain. I felt it in my own heart. The mate bond had made sure of that. I knew now that he truly believed that this pup wasn’t his. But still, there was a tiny voice in my mind telling me ‘What if he is wrong, and the pup really is his own flesh and blood?’. If it was, it meant only one thing; he wouldn’t be mine anymore, at least not completely. I would have to share him. Not just with a pup, but with another woman who was the baby’s mother. She might not be in the picture romantically, but Luke would be gone from me a lot, to go and visit the baby, once it would have come into the world. And I couldn’t really blame him if he did, it would be his own flesh and blood after all. But it didn’t make it any easier on me.
