Katrina's POV.
We sat in the waiting room of the doctor's clinic, Xander's hand on my thigh and mine on his bouncing knee.
I couldn't decide if he was nervous or excited.
"You're nervous," I stated, hoping I was better at reading him than I thought.
"And excited." He added, and I sent him a small smile.
"Alpha and Luna." The doctor's head poked out of the door, calling us in.
As we walked in, I noticed the pack doctor and a younger female intern. I'm not sure.
But as soon as Xander walked in, her jaw dropped, and I couldn't help but feel smug, knowing his was mine.
Only that smugness quickly fell into ugly possessiveness as I watched her openly ogle at him, pulling at her scrubs to insinuate her figure. It made me cringe.
What the f**k is she doing? She looks stupid!
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