Planning a royal werewolf wedding was stressful. Planning a royal werewolf wedding while managing the construction of a commercial restaurant, raising an energetic toddler, and carrying a rapidly growing Alpha baby was a recipe for absolute, unhinged chaos.
Six weeks had passed since Tyson’s disastrously perfect greenhouse proposal. The Blackwood Manor was a hive of activity. My restaurant, The Hearth, was halfway done with its renovations. Leo was running around the estate at top speed, his little legs carrying him into every bit of trouble he could find.
And then, there was my stomach.
I was officially showing. The small, firm bump had suddenly popped out overnight, transforming me from "maybe she ate a big lunch" to undeniably, beautifully, and awkwardly pregnant. My center of gra
