Alexander’s POV
I’m going to be a father.
I’m going to be a father.
I’m going to be a father.
I chanted over and over in my head.
I could just imagine us—me and my mate—lying peacefully under the old oak tree in the garden. Her head was on my lap, while my hand rested on her swollen belly. Lizzy reading from our favorite book to our unborn pup and me—me being deep in thought, happy, content, and excited about the future
I’m going to be a father! I squealed like a teenage girl when I saw my favorite pop star.
“Alex?”
“Our mate is calling you.” The husky voice broke my concentration from my daydream of all the possibilities we would have. The bond we would share and the time we would spend together
“Alex?”
“Human, our mate is calling you! If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
