"I don't think I'm pregnant."

After my shocking confession, it took approximately two minutes for the doctor to rush in with an ultrasound machine, force me onto my back, and smear the warm gel over my abdomen.

And a minute later, she confirmed my hypothesis with a sad smile, moving the transducer around to show us, "I'm afraid the Luna is right. She is not pregnant."

That would explain why I didn't feel an ounce of ecstasy or excitement whenever it was mentioned. I wasn't overwhelmed by the war or killing Malcolm, I just knew subconsciously that I was not expecting a pup.

Alrik crossed his arms and leaned his shoulder against the wall, "How is this possible?"

"I can only come up with two reasons as to why she is not pregnant, Alpha. The most probable explanation is that her body is still adjusting after she stopped taking birth control, which could have affected her ovulation and fertility."

"And the second reason?"

The doctor cleared her throat, "Alpha, werewolves are considered to be very fertile creatures. It's not often a couple can have unprotected sex and not get pregnant the very first time. It's why we stress the use of protection..."

She trailed off hesitantly, causing Alrik and me to exchange curious glances.

"What I mean to say is that if the Luna isn't pregnant, it may be because the Moon Goddess has a played a hand in it."

Alrik glared up at the ceiling, and the doctor shifted her weight awkwardly, "Alpha, Luna, if you wish to have pups, I recommend that you try again soon. Perhaps the Moon Goddess prevented it because of the war."

"You're not pregnant?" A familiar female voice shrieked from the door, and we turned our heads to find Alrik's family, Reece, and Leon crowding the entrance.

Alma had a disappointed expression on her face as she stared at my flat abdomen, "I thought I would be holding a grandpup in my arms soon."

I exhaled slowly and gave the doctor a polite smile as she got ready to leave, "Thank you, doc. We'll let you know if we have any more questions."

She bowed her head and quickly slipped out of the room, allowing our guests to crowd my bedside. As questions began to fly, Alrik positioned himself beside me once again and raised his palm to silence them, "I know all of you are curious, but this is something Jaslynn and I need to discuss in private. All you need to know is that she is not pregnant."

They all had sour looks on their faces, but I managed to distract them from their disappointment with the burning question, "How did Alrik and I end up here?"

Reece pursed her lips, "The two of you blacked out after you went on a killing spree."

"It was like both of you were possessed," Aleksei added on, "We first found you when you were hacking Malcolm's body into tiny pieces, and I don't know happened, but you stopped messing around with the body and charged back into battle. I'm pretty sure the two of you obliterated the rest of the enemy's side by yourselves. We were just the cleanup crew for the messes you made"

"Power couple," Yerik muttered loud enough for me to hear.

Truthfully, I was more upset that I could not remember any of this than proud of how well we did. It sounded like Alrik and I had the time of our lives out there.

"And then we just passed out?" Alrik asked, seemingly baffled by what he was hearing.

Reece nodded, "After you made your final kill, you shifted back and collapsed with Jas in your arms. At first, we thought you two oddly decided to cuddle in the middle of a hundred dead bodies, but we weren't able to wake you so we were forced to carry your fat asses all the way back."

"What Reece means to say," Leon interrupted loudly, speaking for the first time since he got there, "Is that it was a slight inconvenience to carry two powerful leaders back while several people were panicking over you."

She glared at her mate, and he shrugged nonchalantly, pecking her temple, "Be nice."

Although I wanted to squeal in delight at the sight of Reece finally being happy with her mate, the exhaustion that was creeping up my body compelled me to stick to a tired grin.

"How about we leave these two to rest?" Alrik's father chimed in, giving the group a pointed look that dared them to argue.

There was a hum of agreement, and Alma leaned over and kissed both of our foreheads, "The nurses have already prepared your breakfast so I'll bring you lunch later."

We watched them hustle out of the room like a flock of angry chickens before Alrik rested his chin on top of my head.

"How do you feel?" I asked softly.

He sighed, "If I'm being completely honest, I'm relieved. This whole time we've been together, we were on our toes. We never had a chance to relax and settle into our relationship completely. So I think waiting a little longer before we have pups would be a wise decision. What do you say?"

"I completely agree," I murmured, trying not to doze off as he massaged my scalp, "With Malcolm gone, we can get to know each other properly. I don't think I even know what your favorite color is."

"Red."

"Red?"

"The color my enemies bleed when they die, and the color of your ass when I give it a good spanking."

"Of course that's your favorite color. How could I forget that you're part vampire? Always yapping about blood."

He glared at me as I stifled a laugh and smacked his palm against my ass, "Once we get out of here, I'm going to make you pay for harassing me."

"Not if I do it first," I smiled innocently while he eyed me warily.

He had no clue what I had planned for him – the poor man.

***

We were finally winding down from the aftermath of the war with the last meetings between the leaders, the funerals for the warriors who had sacrificed their lives, and the final hospital visits to the ones who had been critically injured.

And with the peace in the supernatural world finally being restored, I plunged right into the paperwork and meetings I had neglected for days, and Jaslynn was busy with her own task of finding a nearby property to move her coven to.

So while she and Meredith were out, I used the time to get through as many meetings as I could when the house was still quiet.

"Thank you, Alpha Alrik. Your help is most appreciated," the struggling Alpha breathed excitedly, relief evident on his face.

I shook my head, "I hate to see a pack fall behind, Alpha Brook. Send your warriors as soon as possible and their training will begin."

Alpha Brook voiced his appreciation once more before he said his goodbyes and ended the call. I rolled my eyes and crossed the meeting off my schedule just as a firm knock on my door echoed through my office.

"Come in," I barked, not bothering to look up from my notes as the door swung open silently.

The sound of heels clicking against the wood flooring prompted me to raise my head as my stunning mate smiled at me sultrily, "Is this a good time?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but no words could come out.

Fuck me.

That was my only thought as my eyes trailed over her perfectly tousled hair that gave her the freshly-fucked appearance, her lips that were painted a sinful red, her beige trench coat that clearly hid the scandalous piece she wore underneath, and those stockings that led down to a tall pair of crimson heels.

She didn't even have to make a move. My dick was already throbbing in my pants, demanding that I ram her against my desk and plunge into her sweet cunt until she could never get rid of the feeling of me between her legs.

I glared at her and loosened my tie roughly, standing up from my chair as she tilted her head in mock innocence.

By the glint in her eye, she knew exactly what was running through my head.

"Come. Here," I hissed, growling unintentionally.

The smirk on her face widened, and she sauntered over, placing her hands on my shoulders, "Sit."

She coaxed me back into my chair softly, her voice and scent intoxicating me to follow her every command before she straddled my lap. My hands immediately clenched her thighs and she rolled her eyes, "No touching."

I grunted and let my hands fall to my side lazily as she made a move of pulling my tie off and tossing it aside in a slow, torturing fashion.

"You seem a little tense," she drawled, playing with the buttons of my shirt as her lips skimmed my mark. I squeezed my hands into tight fists to resist the need to manhandle her; the minx was out to drive me to the brink of insanity.

I bit my lip and thrust my hips upward so she could feel just how stiff I was, "You don't say."

Her breath hitched from the brief friction, and when I thrust against her again, she narrowed her eyes at my smirk, "Stop that. I'm in charge."

I raised my hands in surrender, "By all means, take charge, Lu–"

She claimed my lips and teased them with her tongue, forcing a guttural sound from my throat as I responded with the same fire. Her hands gripped my shirt firmly and with one swift tug, she managed to rip it apart and create a shower of buttons that scattered across the floor.

I sat up and pulled the shirt off for her as she cupped my face and continued to attack my mouth with her sugary sweet lips. We were lost in each other, and I thought I could wrap her in my embrace, but she stopped me the moment she felt my arms and pushed them back down.

She pinned my wrists behind my chair and broke the kiss briefly, "Don't move your hands."

"Why?" I snapped harshly, frustrated that I couldn't even touch her when she was tempting me. But she didn't reply and chose to distract me by kissing a path down my neck to my chest, causing me to clench my jaw to stifle a groan.

I had no idea she took advantage of my distracted state until I felt the cold metal against my wrists.

My eyes flew open as the handcuffs clicked shut around my wrists, and Jaslynn raised her head, giving me a victorious smile, "No moving now."

She was getting on every one of my fucking nerves.

"You have to got to be fucking ki–"

The words froze in my throat as she got up from my lap, untied the trench coat, and let it fall to the floor, revealing my worst nightmare.

Her breasts were barely contained by the blood-red lacey material that did a poor job of hiding her hard rosy tips. The way they strained against the cloth had my mouth watering to enclose them with my lips and give them the proper suck and nibble they were begging for.

My gaze traveled down the rest of her curves to rest on her matching garter belt and thong.

I was truly fucked. There was no coming back from this.

I could already feel the pre-cum dripping down my aching cock, the animal inside me pleading to break the flimsy handcuffs and damn her whole plan to hell so I could reenact every filthy scene that was playing in my mind.

"What do you think?" She asked, tugging at the straps of her thong playfully.

"I think you should stop fucking around and let me fuck your pussy good and hard," I growled, pulling at the handcuffs.

She shook her head and traced my jaw with her fingertips, "It's a pity you lost the bet, Alpha. Now all you get to do is watch."

"Watch?" I barked.

Her lips curved back into that annoying, sexy smirk, and she bent over, pushing her chest so close to my face that my lips were just grazing her skin as she unzipped my pants and pulled my steel length out of the constraints of my pants with one hand.

Then, she backed away and climbed onto my desk, parting her legs to reveal the wet lace that covered her entrance.

"I swear, you will regret this," I growled, narrowing my eyes as she slid the material aside and revealed the glistening pink folds, "Don't you dare even think about touching my pussy."

She ignored me and swirled two fingers around her clit, spreading her nectar over her lips.

I couldn't help but groan loudly as she spread her folds to show me how soaked she was and pushed two fingers inside her warmth. My eyes wouldn't move from the torturous sight of her tight cunt squeezing her fingers and her mouth forming a perfect 'O' as a quiet moan escaped her lips.

I could have probably cum right there, just from looking at her fuck herself and imagining my cock in place of her fingers.

"You're imagining that it's your dick thrusting inside of me, aren't you?" She breathed, looking me in the eye and daring me to tell her otherwise.

"Yes," I muttered in defeat, upset that I was unable to do anything about my situation.

She whimpered loudly, thrusting her fingers even faster, and I grunted in response, focusing on the pleasure in her face, "Does it make you wet seeing how hard my cock is for you? I should put you over my knee for fucking yourself on my desk when anyone could walk in. Your pleasure is for my eyes and my eyes alone."

I bit my lip to hold back a growl as she moaned my name, "Fuck, Alrik."

The taste of blood graced my tongue, and I could feel the pounding in my ears intensify.

"You should uncuff me so I can fill you up and satisfy you the way you want. That pussy is hungry for more than two fingers."

She suddenly stopped, and I stared in disbelief as she slid off the desk and straddled me once more, sinking onto my pulsating rod and filling herself up to the brim.

And that was all it took for her to cum.

She threw her head back and swiveled her hips, riding out her orgasm as she moaned my name wantonly. Her warm walls drenched my length with her sweetness and squeezed it so strongly, I could feel my muscles tightening from my own oncoming orgasm, "Fuck, Jaslynn."

Her whimper in response combined with the breathtaking look of ecstasy on her gorgeous face were the last triggers I needed to explode.

However, the moment my dick quivered inside her, Jaslynn pulled herself up and off my lap, taking a step back to stare at the spurts of cum that shot out of my cock and coated my chest instead of her pussy.

I didn't even realize I had cum because I was in disbelief and furious that she abandoned me, "What the fuck was that, Jaslynn?"

She eyed my chest for a moment before she picked up the trench coat and wrapped it around herself.

"You are not going anywhere, Jaslynn. Drop that fucking coat!" I roared.

She winked at me and rushed out of my office.

Leaving me aroused, enraged, and vengeful.