Three months later.
Tyler’s P.O.V.
“Stop! You’ll drop me!” Amber was laughing at the top of her lungs, her legs kicking as I was carrying her home, bridal style, because, in a way, we had just gotten married, or in the werewolf way, we had just gotten our mating ceremony. We were now in all werewolf ways ‘fully mated’. The entire werewolf world knew right now that Amber was mine, and only mine. I couldn’t even begin to describe how that thought made my wolf feel. He had never been this calm ever before since finding our mate in Amber. For one, because we were now fully mated and our whole pack now understood that Amber was mine, and two, because some part of me deep down to its core knew that Amber was pregnant by now. She hadn’t taken a test yet, claiming she wanted to wait just a co
