The Wolf's Forbidden Baby: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance by Ellie Valentina Read Free Book Online Page B

killed his mate, her mother, because she had been sniffing around another coyote, even though no one knew for certain if her mother had ever been unfaithful.
    “We need a pack, and now, or we’ll never survive the last month until the baby comes.” Kyla gripped his hand too tightly to be comfortable for either of them.
    “Are you sure?”
    Paula stepped forward. “Viola, Maria, and Marco are in my car. We’re behind you.”
    Kyla’s eyes widened. “You are? But…”
    Her twin glanced at Devan then back to her sister. “We might not… approved of your choice, but Father… He’s growing madder by the day. His demands…” Paula shuddered. “He plans on forcing me to mate with as many coyotes as it takes for as long as it takes for me to become pregnant. Viola and Maria, too. He wants the pack to expand by any means.”
    “Sounds like Warrick,” Devan growled. “We’ll be happy to have you.”
    “Good.” Paula nodded at him. “What’s the plan?”
    Devan opened the door wider. “Your father and my brother both want to have more in their pack, and we’re no different.”
    Kyla stepped forward. “Our pack is going to be like us.” She pointed to herself then Devan. “Coyotes and wolves.”
    Paula whistled. “Whatever it takes, huh?”
    Yes. Whatever it took for her and her wolf and their babe.
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
     
    Devan paced in the abandoned warehouse. Greg had arranged the meeting, and the other wolves had picked the location. As a precaution, Devan had arrived early and scoped out the place to make sure there weren’t any traps waiting for him. Everything seemed fine, but he still didn’t give the signal for Kyla and her coyotes to come forward from the next door deserted store. He felt more in control knowing they were safe. It was hard to trust her in the hands of coyotes, but they were her siblings. There was no reason not to think they would give their lives to protect Kyla.
    Without warning, one set of orange eyes peered at him from the darkness. Then another and another. Six in all. Devan remained in his human form as the wolves slowly approached. He waited until they formed a semi-circle in front of him. Not one was as big as him, the entire lot mangy but angry. He could feel their hostility, see it in their foaming, saliva-dripping fangs, their pawing at the ground, and ears back. Their tails were far too high for his liking, but that was to be expected. He wasn’t their alpha.
    Not yet at least.
    Greg entered last of all, the only one of the newcomers to be in human form. He leaned against the wall, watching the proceedings, but said nothing. A decent enough subordinate he was turning out to be, but Devan would have no qualms demoting him to omega should things turn sour here.
    He stared at each of the wolves in turn. Most looked uncertain with their ears flat, raised brows, furrowed muzzles, and pelts bristled. One, however, had wild, angry eyes, teethed bared, the owner crouched slightly.
    Devan eyed that one as he said, “I am glad you’re all here—”
    The wolves howled and clawed at the floor. Not exactly an easy audience.
    “A wolf is only as good as the members in his pack,” he continued.
    The angry wolf took two steps forward and poised again ready to jump.
    Devan approached him until he stood within distance of the wolf’s paws should he lash out. “You want to challenge me already?” he asked, his teeth already turning to fangs. He had known it would come down to this, to combat. The only question was how many wolves would he have to dominate before they might accept him as their leader?
    The wolf leaped.
    Devan had already transformed his legs at least, and he jumped to the side as his body completed the shapeshifting. He and the wolf warily circled each other. The other wolf snarled and snapped at him every two paces, but Devan refrained. It was pointless to waste energy. Warrick had taught him that much. His oldest brother was nothing if not a ruthless