Four Months Later
Phoebe sighed as Jason’s hand gently caressed her stomach, now round and protruding and growing every day. There was never a moment he didn’t try to touch it, stroke it or kiss it. He was infatuated with the life growing within. Her scent had taken on a citrus-fruity smell that he knew belonged to his pup.
He nuzzled her with a satisfied smile. His pup. He loved the sound of those words.
“I know you are awake,” Phoebe said.
“Of course, I am. I never want to waste a moment,” Jason chuckled.
It had been a hectic few months and this was truly one of the first mornings he could relax. The Council had declared him king and none voiced opposition despite the bloody nature of how he gained the title. He had strong alliances with most packs and those who were not as familia
