Donnivon's POV
When I awakened Atticus wasn't there, I got up going to look for him as I put on my pants he walked into the room. "Where were you" he stepped to the side letting in Troy. Who looked like a sad puppy.
"I'm sorry Troy. I swear to you I am, I don't know why I did that. I was just do mad and that's not an excuse, and your my beta and I promise you I regret hurting you" I confessed. He looked at me his eyes blank and emotionless. In to my surprise he gave me a hug.
"I know your sorry, you dumass. I also know that, I don't want Atticus when I have my own" he reassured me, before letting me go. Atticus stood by the door wearing a proud smile. "What are you smiling about" asked Troy, he shook his head still smiling.
Atticus's POV
"If you two will excuse I'm going to go talk to Jax" I said leaving them, but before I even reached the stairs. My body went into this panic mode, I was having a panic attack.
The thoughts are accelerating inside my head. I want them to slow so I can breathe but they won't. My breaths come in gasps and I feel like I will black out. My heart is hammering inside my chest like it belongs to a rabbit running for its skin. The room spins and I squat on the floor, trying to make everything slow to something my brain and body can cope with. I feel so sick.
I want to call an ambulance but the phone is too far away, it's too far away, it's too far away. I don't know who to call, what's their number, who too call, too far away, he's gone, he went, breathe, gone, what number, too far away... blackness... creeping blackness... I'm on the floor in a ball- the foetal position. Where is he, what's my name, who to call, what's the number, the stairs are too steep, the room is spinning...blackness...he's gone.
Donnivon's POV
I had found the love of my life unconscious by the stairs, he was barely breathing. I picked him up jumping down the stairs taking him to the infirmary. The doctor had forced me out of the room, because I couldn't leave him side. My mind was racing I wanted to see him I needed to see him. My wolf was going crazy desperate for his wolf. What the fuck was happening to him.
Atticus's POV
I moaned from the tapping sun-light against my face, wondered how long I'd been sleeping. I blinked, shut my eyes, blinked again. I yawned, managed to fully open both eyes.
Where was I?
It was cramped. Dominated by a bed. Usually has a bedside table, comfortable chair and one or more dining type chairs. Decorated in colors designed to be restful but come off as akin to a decorators choices for a funeral home. Desperately trying to look like someone's bedroom but lacking personality. Cold, institutional tile floor. Window that looks out on neighboring roofs, no real view.
A knock came from the door and in came a teary eyed Angie. Her hair was in a messy bun, her eyes were puffy and red. She had been crying for a while, when she saw me she rushed to me enloping me in her arms crying even harder.
"Y-your o-okay" she cried into my shoulder. I ran my hand through her hair. "What happened" when I asked she stepped back.
"Um, y-your preg-pregnant" my eyes were bugging out of my head. "What the hell, man can't get pregnant"
"Male werewolves can but a very big majority of the time it doesn't happen. In Donnivon's pissed about it, he told the doctor to cut 'it' out of you" It, it's just a baby, and their harmless.
"Why"
"Because most male child births, the male dies before the baby is completely out" my heart had dropped to my stomach, I could die trying while carrying another life in me....
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MINE.
Werewolf"MINE" he growled into my neck. Inhaling my scent deeply, my wolf whimpered under his touch. Electrifying feels going up and down my body. "Mine" I repeated slightly confused, his eyes flashed a bright red, and I knew right than that I was his. He k...
