Page 105 of Claiming His Rejected Mate

I swallow. “You’re going to be a father.”

The silence stretches taut, thick with something unspoken. Then a slow, shaky breath leaves him. His fingers flex against my stomach, reverent, stunned.

He blinks once. Twice. Then he laughs, a sound so full, so utterly unrestrained, that it sends warmth spilling through my chest. He lifts me, spinning me in the air before crushing me to him, his breath hot against my ear.

“Mine,” he growls. “Ours.”

I press my forehead against his. “Ours.”

My heart is full. I know Kieran is going to be an amazing father. I know our child is in the safest place with Kieran by my side. And now, without the seal holding me back, we are exactly as the goddess created us to be. Whole. Free. Loved.

“I can't wait to watch our children grow up,” I say, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Surrounded by all the love of our pack, they'll have the home neither of us had.”

Kieran's assurance is warm in my belly.

This is what I prayed for. I look up at the moon, my heart filled with gratitude.