The words escaped me before I could stop them. But, really, could anyone blame me? I wasn’t in the mood for this over-the-top, protective alpha behavior. I loved them all, I did—but I wasn’t some fragile glass doll. I had a pregnancy to deal with, not an entire army of overbearing wolves treating me like I couldn’t even walk to the bathroom by myself.
“Amber,” Alan said, his voice softer now, his hand gently cupping my chin. “Please. Just let him check. We want to make sure you’re okay.”
I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Fine. But this better be quick."
Dr. House stepped forward, his presence commanding despite his obvious exhaustion. He was tall, with the air of someone who had seen too much to be fazed by much of anything anymore. He set down his medical bag and began going through
