Page 45 of Fae Divided

James gripped her arm as she made to move away and pushed his nose into the crook of her neck.

Samuel leaned in to sniff her hair. Noah’s nostrils flared.

“Sarah?” James finally managed to ask through a throat thick with emotion. He held her close to his heart. Afraid to hope.

She nodded, her tears dampening his shirt. He inhaled again, finally identifying the source of the woodsy male scent that coated his mate’s sugar and cacao.

Samuel and Tucker grinned. Their son whooped.

James tilted Sarah’s head and met her wet gaze, his own eyes stinging with pure happiness. “Another pup?”

“Another pup,” she confirmed, her smile so full of joy it took his breath away.

“I love you, Sarah.” He touched his lips to hers in a gentle caress. “So much.”

“I love you too.” A teasing glint entered her brandy-colored eyes. “Maybe we should name him, Hampton.”

“Or Bear.” Their brief meetings at that hotel had kept Sarah alive—and ironically—created a new life to cherish.

As he swooped in to kiss her laughing mouth, James reaffirmed his vow to destroy the Fae Lord—and anyone else who dared to threaten his family.