He clapped my shoulder, and both my mates growled at him.
Killian stepped back like I was holding two dangerous animals on leashes.
Which, technically, I was.
“They love you,” he said, shaking his head. “A little too much.”
“As they should.”
Killian chuckled and headed back inside.
Peace returned to the backyard.
Warm air.
Twin wolves leaning on me.
Perfect quiet.
Too perfect.
Which is when the universe, naturally, said:
fuck you, Riggs.
It started with a sharp inhale.
Rachele’s body jerked.
Her eyes widened.
Her hand clamped around my wrist.
“Riggs—”
Then I felt it.
Warm liquid soaking her leggings.
“Uh… Ocean?”
Her eyes went cosmic wide.
“Oh Moon—Riggs—I think—my water just—”
A gasp exploded from my right.
Rebecca froze like a startled deer.
“Riggs— Riggs—mine to
