Release me, Alpha Malachi!Chapter 1
Dani’s POV:
I was craving vanilla ice cream drizzled with virgin olive oil tonight. My cravings are getting weirder as I enter my third trimester. Malachi will be home late; he said the boys wanted to catch up after the hectic week. As an understanding partner, I just replied with a generic two-letter reply.
‘Ok.’
The only problem now is my craving. I have ice cream in the fridge but it's strawberry flavored, one smell at it and I was pouring my guts out. The bigger problem is, I had spotting. I didn’t want to call my OB but I texted Mal and got no reply. So, I did what I do best. Call for backup. My backup is Zoey. She’s my best friend, my sister from another mother, from pups to full-fledged wolves. Zoey lived nearby, just two blocks away from our unit on Park Avenue.
Today, wolves coexist in harmony with humans. Though we like to keep a tight community, gone are the days of isolation and hiding. So far, we haven’t run into trouble as long as we keep our furs and paws in the forests, away from them and their cameras. Our kind remains a myth to them and we love to keep it that way. Zoey arrived in less than five minutes. She was carrying the goods in one arm and on the other was her duffel bag.
“Thank you for the ice cream, Z. But…what are those? Is that your…?” I asked her, my eyes fixed on her bag.
“Yes, Dani. My emergency sleep bag. Get dressed, we’re going to the hospital and to answer your question, yes, I am sleeping here,” she shrugged and went straight to the kitchen to prepare my magical food. Z knows the house like the back of her hand.
“It’s just a spotting…they're pretty normal in pregnancy…”
“And?”
“This is probably nothing, Z.”
“Dammit, you're a nurse. That's not 'nothing'. Where is he?”
“He’s…um----” Z didn’t let me finish fabricating an excuse that would be acceptable to her taste.
“Let me guess, Malachi texted you to inform you that he’s going home late, and you didn’t want to ruin it for him--- because it’s boy’s night out. And he’s not going to be home until morning to freshen up and leave for work. Yay.”
A lump in my throat started to form. Z has no filter but I am not offended because she’s right. However, I have to defend my mate with a chuckle. “W-what? No…the boys had a rough week, that's all.”
Z shoved the massive ice cream cup in my face. I’m not sure I want it anymore.