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“Hi, Susan,” I said quickly. “I got your number from Love Madden. My name is Sienna. I’m one of the blood wolves in town, and I just had a few questions.”

“Go right ahead.” Her voice was warm. I didn’t know much about her, but I knew she never participated in the Wildwood Bitches group chat. And I didn’t think she would dare gossip about people’s sexual histories and questions. If she did, she probably wouldn’t survive long in a town full of werewolves.

“I was never taught much about a werewolf’s fertility, or a blood wolf’s. Assuming I accidentally had unprotected sex with my fated mate, what are the odds that it would lead to pregnancy?”

“There hasn’t been much studying done on blood wolves, since making you is illegal.” Her voice was neutral, which made me feel better. She wasn’t mocking me or judging me, at least. “I only know of one blood wolf who’s free and mated right now, and she has six kids, so it seems safe to assume you’re as fertile as the rest of us. For a female werewolf either born or turned by her mate, unprotected sex pretty much guarantees pregnancy. I’d never say it’s 100%, but it’s close.”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Shit on a cracker.

“You can come in for labs in about two weeks, to find out for sure.”

“That would be great,” I whispered.

“I’ll have my receptionist text you to schedule it. Whatever happens, it’s going to be okay, Sienna. Your mate won’t leave you to deal with anything alone.”

That was kind of what I was afraid of.

I thanked her and ended the call, then leaned back against the chair and squeezed my eyes shut. They were stinging, but I hoped they would calm down soon. I needed to go back out to work in a few minutes.

My phone vibrated with a message, and I forced my eyes open.

Bauther

Where are you?

Me

Break room. Be out in a few.

He sent a thumbs-up, and I dropped my phone on my lap, running a hand over my face.

It was going to be a long two weeks.

When lunchtime came around, my phone buzzed again.

Bauther

I brought food

I nearly groaned aloud.

Not because I didn’t want to see him—but because I did, and I didn’t want to let go of my anger yet.

I closed myself in the break room before replying.

Me

Grabbed my own, sorry

I hadn’t brought anything, but I got free baked goods every shift I worked. So, I had two ham and cheese croissants for lunch most days. Love had gotten me addicted to them.

Usually, I grabbed a sugary coffee from the coffee shop portion of our bakery to go with them.

My phone buzzed again, but I ignored it.

I wasn’t in the mood to talk to Beck, or to shoot him down anymore.