After My Mate Betrayed Me, The Lycan King Claimed Me

Synopsis

The tiny blue baby booties felt like lead in my palm as I tracked Garrett's scent through the dense forest. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat echoing the words I'd rehearsed all morning: "I'm pregnant." Three months of carrying his pup, and today was finally the day. I'd imagined his face lighting up, his strong arms wrapping around me, protecting us both like he'd promised when we were kids. "Always protect your wolf, Emily," he'd whispered when he saved me from rogues at eight years old. Now I was his mate, carrying his heir, and somehow those childhood promises felt hollow. The scent grew stronger—his distinctive pine and amber mixed with something floral. Something that made my wolf whimper. "Shh," I whispered to her. "We're almost there." The trees thinned, revealing a small clearing bathed in afternoon sunlight. And there they were.