ARIA POV
“Alpha, unless you want to deliver this baby yourself, let us move.”
That shut him up.
For half a second.
Then the OB stepped out of an exam room, hair slightly disheveled, coat half-buttoned, expression calm in the irritating way doctors were calm when your body was staging a revolution.
“Luna Aria,” he said. “In here.”
Alaric grabbed the back of the wheelchair.
“Alpha, carefully—”
He pushed.
Not carefully.
We shot down the hallway like a damn hockey puck.
“Alaric!”
“I am being careful.”
“You are pushing me like a Zamboni!”
“I do not know what that is.”
“Too fast!”
He slowed by approximately one percent.
The nurse jogged beside us, muttering what sounded suspiciously like a prayer.
The doctor stepped out of the way just in time as Alaric swung the chair into the
