Liam Rage. Frustration. Irritation. Displeasure. Exasperation. Desperation. My normally sweet and happy mate has been a tidal wave of angry emotions for days. Between the pregnancy health precautions and the constant presence of my father and Declan, I worry she'll snap. Her emotions are so intense I'm struggling to focus on my responsibilities. Luckily, Felix is doing a great job with the kids, aided by his mate. The children—Delilah, Lucas, and the boys—seem content with the arrangement. This is fortunate, as rogues are active again.

We haven't seen anything serious yet, but Damien and I are on high alert. Every time Missy leaves the packhouse, I'm on edge until she returns safely, even with Maddox shadowing her. I can't bring myself to stop her from socializing with other children her age, though. After spending so long only with Vlad, it's refreshing to see her blossom.

"Azalea just kicked your father out of her office. He's outside, fuming," Austin linked me. Moments later, he knocked, entering with two boxed lunches. Miss Marci sent them up for Azalea.

I hung my head. "I'm going," I said. I need to find Felix's replacement quickly before my father and Declan push Azalea over the edge. They mean well, but they're leaders accustomed to giving orders, not warriors following them.

I took the lunches from Austin, who offered a commiserating smile. I hurried down the hall to find my father pounding on Azalea's door. "Open this door, girl!" he yelled.

"Dad," I said, getting his attention.

"Son, you need to get your mate in line. This is outrageous. I'm the former Alpha, and I won't—"

"Be thrown out of the current Luna's office?" I interrupted. "Dad, Azalea and I oversee the pack. She also runs the Inn, and she's very pregnant with our pup. You need to calm down. She's not used to such an imposing presence. She's had a peaceful relationship with Felix for years." I tried to placate him, but his expression showed he wouldn't change his approach.

"If I'm here to ensure her safety, she can't interfere with my job," he growled.

"I understand, Dad, but Felix did that for six years without bothering her daily. She's tired and irritable, and I want to keep the pup safe. So, why don't you leave for the day, and I'll keep her company?" I said, refusing to yield to his authority.

He spun on his heel and stormed off. I sighed and knocked lightly on the door. "He's gone, baby. Let me in," I linked her. The door flew open, revealing an indignant Azalea.

"I swear to the Moon Goddess, Liam, I can't take them anymore!" she thundered.

"I know, baby. I know," I said. She waddled to the couch, settling down awkwardly. I smiled at her pregnant gait. "Want some lunch?" I asked, joining her.

"Is it pizza?" she asked, sniffing the boxes. I set down the grilled chicken and was relieved to see the other box contained pizza. She brightened, tearing it open and greedily devouring the pizza. She even did a little shimmy while eating.

"Better?" I asked, opening my lunch.

"A little," she said. "Any closer to finding Felix's replacement?"

I swallowed guiltily. Damien and I weren't satisfied with any of the pack's candidates; they lacked something Felix possessed. "Not yet. But I'm working on it…"

"And last night's rogue attack?" she asked.

"Twelve. We spared one and have them imprisoned for questioning. I'll have a report by dinner," I said.

She nodded thoughtfully. "Anything else keeping you busy?" Her voice was deceptively calm.

I raised an eyebrow. "Should something be?"

She set down her lunchbox, rising slowly and moving toward me. I set aside my lunch. She rested her hands on my shoulders, then climbed onto my lap, her round belly creating space between us.

"I can think of a few things to occupy you, My Alpha. If you aren't too busy," she said huskily. I felt her desire through our bond.

"And what would those be?" I asked, my hands moving to her waist. Horny Azalea was far preferable to angry Azalea. She answered by kissing me deeply. I growled in appreciation.

She pulled away, her eyes hooded and seductive. "You're a bit overdressed, I think," she purred. Her hands found the bottom of my shirt, slowly pushing it upwards.

"For what?" I asked, smirking. She didn't answer, instead kissing along my jaw as she removed my shirt. A gleeful look crossed her face as she examined her handiwork, licking her lips.

She slid off my lap, bending forward, her breasts nearly spilling from her low-cut dress. Her fingers unbuttoned my pants, and she looked up at me expectantly.

I lowered my trousers and boxers. She bit her lip, taking in my arousal. Her hand gripped my shaft, squeezing gently before she began to languidly pump it. I watched intensely as she lowered her mouth to my member, her eyes meeting mine. Her lids fluttered closed as she took me into her mouth. I gasped at the sensation.

"Little Luna," I growled, watching her head bob up and down as she worked her tongue and lips. I could sense her cocky smile. Her other hand rhythmically stroked my testicles. Gavin, in my mind, tried to take control.

"No," I told him, trying to enjoy Azalea's ministrations.

"Yes," he insisted, pushing harder.

I fought him back while watching Azalea work. She increased her speed, sucking harder, her teeth gently grazing my tip. I let my head fall back with a satisfied groan. Goddess, she has the perfect mouth.

She hummed, bringing me closer to release. Her hand massaged my balls as she accelerated. I pushed her head gently, urging her deeper into her throat. I felt her throat clench as my cock partially choked her, causing me to twitch. I was nearing my peak.

"Faster," I groaned, and she immediately complied. Her head bobbed faster as I urged her downward. She removed her fist, allowing my entire length to enter her mouth. After a few pumps, she relaxed her throat, and I felt myself hitting the back of it. My orgasm built, tightening my muscles.

"Oh, Little Luna," I grunted. She maintained her pace, taking my full length. Finally, I came, gripping her head tightly as I pulsed over and over into her waiting mouth. She squirmed briefly before I released her. She wiped her mouth, looking up at me with a racing heart.

I leaned forward, kissing her. I pulled her back onto my lap, pulling her dress over her head. I hummed in approval as my eyes fell upon her delicate, pregnant form. Her breasts were almost spilling from her bra. I pulled down the material, freeing them before quickly taking one nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard as her fingers tangled in my hair. I then removed her bra while continuing to kiss and suckle her breast.

"Liam," she moaned.

"Mmmm. I've occupied that mouth; now what about here?" I said, tracing my finger along her wetness.

"Yes," she breathed. I gripped her hips tightly, as she grabbed my shoulders, digging her nails slightly into my flesh. I smiled, turning her onto her back on the couch. Her pale skin was flushed, and I saw the wetness through her cotton panties. I removed them, softly kissing up her legs before tasting her arousal, locking eyes with her. Her eyes darkened, her cheeks reddening.

"My favorite," I growled. She spread her legs, inviting me closer. I hovered, teasing her with the head of my cock. She bucked expectantly. The heat radiating from her was intense.

I slowly entered her, watching her eyes roll back as I filled her. She was incredibly tight. I groaned as her body trembled slightly. She pulled me down, her mouth finding mine. She kissed me hungrily as her hips bucked. I chuckled as she tried to take control.

I slowed, gripping one of her thighs and her face. I began to move slowly but deeply. She moaned incoherently; I loved the effect I had on her.

"More," she begged, meeting my thrusts. I increased my pace, but carefully, remembering her pregnancy. "More," she begged again, pulling me closer.

I slowed, kissing her softly. "Patience, Little Luna," I told her. She whimpered, so I resumed, moving fast enough to please her without hurting her. She leaned forward, her mouth finding the spot where her mark should be. She bit down hard, eliciting a low growl from me. Gavin seized the opportunity, taking over.

Azalea I released Liam's neck to find his expression changed. A dangerous smirk played on his lips. "Hello, Little Mate," he said, lifting me. I gasped as he carried me toward the wall. I gasped as my back hit the wall.

"More?" he growled. I nodded, and he immediately began pounding into me. High-pitched moans escaped my lips as Gavin surged within me, pushing me higher and higher. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, digging my nails into his back, holding on tightly. Each thrust brought me closer. "Bite," he grunted. I found the sensitive spot on his neck again, biting hard. A guttural moan vibrated from his chest, accompanying his relentless pace.

Pleasure coursed through me as my abdomen began to clench. "Yes, Little Mate," Gavin chanted. He bit my mark, sending me over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as Gavin rode me to his own climax. He pressed me into the wall, his forehead resting on my shoulder as we caught our breath.

When he looked up, Liam was back. His face scowled as he carefully took my weight in his arms. "Little Luna," he scolded. "Did you do that on purpose?"

"No," I said honestly. "But I'm not complaining."

He scowled, carrying me back to the couch. He retrieved wet wipes, returning to clean me. "I don't want to be rough. I want to be careful," he said, looking at my belly.

I scowled. "I can handle sex, Liam," I said. He handed me the wipes.

"I don't want to induce early labor, baby," he said more gently. My mood softened.

"Alright," I agreed. "But as soon as I'm cleared after this baby is born, you better let up."

He smiled, chuckling. "Alright," he said, handing me my dress and panties. "Now that that's settled, do you want anything?"

"Hmmmm," I hummed. "Cucumbers and—"

"Cranberry juice?" he laughed. I nodded, smiling.

"Pizza, sex, then vegetables. Just a few minutes," he said, pulling up his pants and grabbing his shirt. He kissed me quickly. "Stay here," he warned. He waited for my nod before leaving.

I cleaned myself and dressed, waiting for Liam. Deciding I was done working, I gathered the files I'd thrown down when I kicked Robert out. As I bent over, a sharp pain shot through me.

"Ahhh," I gritted, clutching my stomach. The door opened as I gasped in pain. Liam was instantly at my side. I began breathing heavily.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked, fear evident.

"Cramp," I managed through clenched teeth. The pain subsided, and I breathed out. "I'm okay," I said. He kept his arm around me, walking me to the couch.

"Are you sure?" he asked. But I didn't answer as pain seized my sides again.

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