The Pack's Doctor novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Our Luna.

Warren.

Two? Did she say two pups?

I hear the sounds of the pack cheering around us, but I'm focused on my mate's beautiful face and her smug smile.

"We're having twins?"

"Mhmm," she answers, her fingers running through my hair and sending shivers all over my body.

"Boys? Girls? One of each?" I ask.

"One of each. But don't think that gets you out of pup duty for the rest of your life. You promised to give me as many as I wanted," she says, grinning up at me.

"I always keep my promises," I growl. It's a happy, possessive growl as I lean in and take her mouth in a dominant kiss, pouring all of my love for this incredible woman into it.

How many pack members do we have to threaten to keep their sons away from our little girl, Arric growls, already feeling possessive of his pups.

"She'll have her brother to keep them away,' I say as an image of Henry watching Harold enters my mind. Only this time, it's MY son and he's watching ME, learning to be a good Alpha from me.

I deepen the kiss even more, not caring who sees me showing my love and gratitude to Yara. She's given me everything that I've ever wanted in life and so much more.

When she begins to moan softly, I pull back and gaze down at her.

"Thank you."

She chuckles, her eyes still glazed from my kiss. "You did it."

"We did it," I say to her. I continue looking at her as I raise my voice.

"Bradley?"

"Yes, Alpha?" He was already on the list to stay behind. Yara didn't clear him for battle, but even if she had, he's become her Luna guard. I just haven't made it official yet, waiting for him to completely heal.

"You know your job is to protect your Luna while we're gone?"

"Yes Alpha."

"Now you are protecting her and my pups. Pick two other warriors. I want two of you on guard duty at all times, rotating so you can get sleep."

"Yes, Alpha," he says.

"Warren, you need every warrior you can take," Yara begins.

I kiss her, stopping her argument before pulling back and looking down at her stomach. "When's the last time you ate?"

When she has to think about it, I pull her to the table where I was sitting. "Let me get you some food," I tell her.

I thought you were eating for two, but now I know you're eating for three. I'm going to have to make sure you eat even more than I was planning. I'll have to make sure you get small meals, multiple times a day.