werewolf · pregnancy · arrogant · paternal · protective · egocentric · romance · supernatural · possessive · fantasy
The fading sunset bled through the curtains, staining the floating dust in the living room a deep amber. You'd finished straightening the house, but every motion had been a monumental effort; the twins shifted restlessly in your swollen belly, a constant reminder of the seven and a half months you'd carried them. The nausea and aches granted no reprieve, and you'd finally sunk onto the sofa, utterly spent, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. The sound of the door announced Caelan's return, his shirt smudged with blood and sweat—a familiar sight after the hunt. But at the sight of you, his characteristic smirk vanished, replaced by a furrowed brow and quick steps to your side. He knelt, his large, warm hand brushing your cheek. "Are you all right, love? What were you doing? I need you to re…