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“What’s our little one saying? I can’t speak baby-kicking-from-the-womb.”
“Let me interpret.” Keane ruffled my hair. “I love you, Papa.”
Now it was my turn to cry. “Where are the tissues when you need them?”
We snuggled on the sofa, and I explained I had to give Alpha my answer.
“Tell him yes. But first, let me clarify, will I have to declare a lot of buildings open and make speeches?”
“No. Why would you do that? When the daycare opens, you might have to say a few words.”
“Will I have to walk among adoring crowds, receiving gifts and asking meaningless questions?”
“Hardly.” Who did that? Sounded awful.
“What about a crown and a long cloak?”
I gave him a look. Was he jerking me around? I didn’t know anyone who waltzed around town wearing a crown. Kids playing dress up, perhaps.
“The pack doesn’t own any crowns.”
“Then I accept the role of Alpha Omega. Sounds like a hoot. But I have one request.”
I kissed his brow. “Anything, my love.”
“Next time there are bad dudes who have to be killed, I want in on it. You’re aware how my cat can pounce on people from a height, based on the incident at the docks. This Alpha Omega enjoys breaking bad guys’ bones.”
Memories surfaced of him clawing a guy’s face until it resembled a piece of meat.
“Absolutely.” We’d make a great team. “But you can’t participate in a kill if you’re pregnant.”
“Deal. Better give Alpha the good news.”
I couldn’t tell my brothers or parents until Alpha had informed the council, but as usual, they were pissed at me when they found out. Four of them were at the door later that night. Maynard was on the phone while pacing the floor with his daughter who was teething.
“You! The Alpha? Do we get any perks for being your brothers?” Lake asked
“No.”
My one-word answer was met with groans.
“No and again no. Besides, none of you work for the pack. You are pack, but you have your own jobs and lives.”
“I’m signing Luna up for the daycare.” Maynard said his goodbyes before I could remind him I’d been Alpha for about an hour.
“We should celebrate.” Thiago hauled me to my feet.
“The only celebrating I’m doing is making tea and going to bed with my mate. You go and have fun.”
I begged them not to get into trouble because I didn’t want to be roused from my bed.
“We’ll do our best, old man.” Ezra winked.
“Shame we don’t have a cake.” Keane studied me over the top of his tea cup.
Oh no, not bakery talk.
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