Benedict
Eight Months Later
“There’s my little man!” I say as Sloane brings our son to me in my new office. I take our three-month-old pup who still smells like his mother’s milk, then kiss my mate.
“How are my girls?” I growl softly. It wasn’t intentional, but Sloane and I weren’t exactly careful after she delivered our son and now she’s pregnant again, this time with my daughter. She’s excited about having another pup and even more excited that she and Scarlet are pregnant at the same time again and that they are both having girls.
“We’re doing fine, Daddy. Your son is still a gluttonous Alpha,” she says, smiling at our son.
When we started thinking of names, Sloane assumed that I’d want my son to be another Benedict.
“Absolutely not. I’ve had enough ‘B’ names in my family to last
