Rian's POV
We wait until Luca's three months along before announcing publicly.
The pack is assembled. Luca's nervous, gripping my hand tightly.
"We have news," I announce. "The Luna is pregnant. We're expecting our first child."
Silence. Then eruption—howls, cheers, celebration.
"Our Luna is carrying the future Alpha!" Damon shouts.
The pack swarms us, congratulating, celebrating. Luca is overwhelmed but smiling.
"Thank you," he says quietly. "For accepting this. Me. Everything."
"You're our Luna," Sara says, hugging him carefully. "And this baby is our future. We're thrilled."
That evening, after celebration, Luca collapses beside me.
"That was intense."
"They love you. Love us. Love our baby." I pull him close. "How do you feel?"
"Terrified. Excited. Nauseous." He laughs. "Everything at once."
"Normal pregnancy symptoms." I kiss his temple. "Want me to rub your feet?"
"You don't have to—"
"I want to. Let me take care of you. Both of you."
I spend the evening pampering him—foot rubs, back massage, bringing him food he's craving.
"You're going to spoil me," he protests.
"That's the plan." I kiss his slightly rounded stomach. "Growing our baby. Least I can do."
Later, in bed, I'm extra careful. But Luca pulls me closer.
"The doctor said sex is safe. Stop treating me like glass."
"You're carrying our child—"
"And I'm still your mate. Still need you." His eyes are dark with desire. "Make love to me, Rian. Really make love to me."
I do. Carefully but thoroughly, showing him he's still desired, still wanted, still perfect.
"Beautiful," I murmur against his skin. "So fucking beautiful carrying our baby."
"Feel huge already."
"You're glowing. Perfect." I kiss his stomach. "Both of you perfect."
When we join, it's tender and emotional. The bond flares bright, connecting all three of us now—me, Luca, and our growing child.
"Family," Luca breathes. "We're a family."
"Yeah." I hold him close. "We really are."
Later, both satisfied and drowsy, he traces patterns on my chest.
"Scared?" he asks.
"Terrified. What if I'm a bad father?"
"You won't be. You're already protective and loving." He kisses my jaw. "You'll be amazing."
"We'll be amazing. Together."
"Together," he agrees.
Six months until our baby arrives. Six months to prepare, plan, panic, and love.
I can't wait.
"Love you," I whisper.
"Love you too."
End Volume 4