"I've always said to take it easy with her," Claudia complained as they all stood gathered around Kira's bed in the clinic room. "Look at her now. The poor thing is completely stressed out of her mind."
Braxton exhaled sharply but wisely kept his mouth shut. Arguing with his nanny was a battle no Alpha, regardless of his power, could ever win.
He simply held his mother's hand as Claire gazed down at Kira, sleeping peacefully against the white pillows, her face lined with worry.
The door opened, and the pack doctor stepped in, a warm smile spread across his face. He held out an envelope toward Claire.
"Congratulations, Luna Claire," he said. "She's approximately six weeks pregnant."
Claire gasped, and a radiant smile broke across her face. Claudia pressed her palm to her mouth, her eyes shining with sudden joy.
Braxton, however, did not smile.
He stood frozen, staring at the envelope in his mother's hands, looking like he had just been hit squarely in the face with a wet fish.
