Theodore's POV
The intoxicating scent of her heat saturated every inch of Federico. My wolf form trembled with barely contained desire as we watched her.
'Federico, I know exactly what she needs,' I urged him through our mental connection.
But he stayed focused on her, a low rumble vibrating through his chest.
Seraphine lifted the blanket from the left corner and smoothed it carefully across the makeshift nest. She hurried to the closet and grabbed another stack of soft linens. Her movements were frantic as she arranged them in the center of the bed. Sweat dampened her hair, making dark strands stick to her flushed skin. Without warning, she doubled over, clutching her abdomen as a pained cry escaped her lips.
"Federico," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Federico, please."
My wolf immediately bounded onto the bed beside her.
She buried her fingers in his thick fur and pressed against his warm body. "It hurts so much," she breathed.
