"What are you doing here?" I question irritably, bearing my fangs for him to see. He doesn't heed my warning though, he just continues to walk towards me, like he didn't even hear a word I said.

"Please, Viola I just want to talk.." He pleads, and I growl in response.

"I'm done talking to you, so leave."

"But Viola-"

"I said leave!" I growl, and his pleading expression suddenly turns to anger.

"That mutt really has changed you Viola, you're acting more like that dog than a vampire." He sneers, a disappointed look in his eyes. My rage begins bubbling under the surface, never feeling this much bloodlust before.

"You have a lot of nerve coming here and insulting my mate, especially after I told you never to come back here last time." I snarl, not hiding the venom in my voice.

"I made a mistake Viola, I'm trying to make up for it. You are the one who's refusing to let me do it."

"Mistake?! What you did wasn't a mistake, accidentally putting a red sock in the washer with white clothes is a mistake, turning left instead of right is a mistake, what you did was heartless and cruel. I'm not obligated to forgive you for hurting me like that just because you want me to!"

He darts towards me, standing at the foot of the stairs as he gazes up at me intensely. I've never seen such an unstable, desperate look in his eyes...I don't like it one bit.

"So you're doing this to punish me? To hurt me in return? You'd stoop so low as to stay with a mutt just to spite me?"

"It's not about you anymore Jacques! It's about me, and how I feel! I don't give a damn how you feel about me and Tyron being together!" I yell, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Why do you insist on lying?"

He suddenly appears in front of me, and I step back in surprise to his proximity. Something isn't right with him, I don't know what it is.

"I'm not lying!"

"You have to-"

In that moment, I make a terrible mistake. He had started reaching towards me, and out of sheer instinct I back away and shield my belly with my arms, which presses the loose fabric against it. Upon seeing this he freezes, his eyes going wide as his nostrils flare...taking in my scent. It only confirms the obvious since like humans, pregnant supernatural woman smell different, due to the scent of the child that they are carrying...

Damn it...I've just made this worse...

"You...you are pregnant...with his child?" He says slowly, deliberately, his body shaking. "You're willingly carrying a halfbreed monstrosity...for him?"

I snarl as he glares at my belly with disgust, furious with his disrespect to my child.

"My child, our pup, is not a monstrosity! Get off my territory at once!" I order, but it doesn't seem to even faze him as he moves towards me.

"That thing is an abomination, I can't believe you would go this far!" He says angrily, his hand flashing out at me. In my rage I grab him by the wrist even faster than he can move, glaring at him moments before throw my fist into his stomach, sending him flying across the yard at least forty feet. His impact with the ground leaving a small trench as he slides, when he finally skids to a halt he groans, coughing loudly.

"Don't you ever try to put your hands on me again you Connard!" I yell, and he hisses as he glares up at me, his eyes glowing silver with rage.

"You bitch!" He hisses, but no sooner than he stands up something huge lands in front of me, snarling and angry.

Tyron.

The dark brown fur of his hackles is raised, his back to me as his ears flatten back against his skull. I can feel his bloodlust through our link, so strong he can't even form coherent thoughts...only the desire to rip Jacques apart is clear.

"Of course, your mutt always comes when you call, doesn't he?" Jacques sneers, and I bare my fangs.

"I didn't call him, but I didn't need to. If anyone threatens his family, he won't hesitate to come to my side. He's actually loyal, unlike you."

He steps closer, only to get a warning growl from my mate...and a following chorus of other growls as about six more wolves appear next to him. I recognize them as Luna Katrina and Alpha Seth, along with Theo, Gamma Marcus, and two other warriors that are regularly on the Luna's protection detail.

You mess with one pack member, you get the whole pack.

"Don't test it Jacques, I know for certain that Tyron already wants you dead." I warn him, giving him one last chance to back off. But I can tell from the look in his eyes that he isn't going to take it.

"That mutt doesn't scare me." He scoffs, and he only takes one step forward when Tyron launches for him with a ferocious growl. The others stay put as both Jacques and Tyron clash, quietly keeping themselves between me and my unstable ex as snarling and hissing fills the air.

I'm not quite sure how long I anxiously watched, but I can tell from the way Jacques is darting around my mate that to him, it's a game. I bite back a hiss of frustration as I realize that I've never taught Tyron how to fight my kind, more than likely, he hasn't dealt with many vampires in his lifetime.

He does manage to land one lucky hit, raking his claws across Jacques's chest, shredding his shirt and drawing blood. It only makes him angrier, and my eyes widen in shock as he grabs hold of Tyron, and I can tell from his grip around my mates neck and chest that he plans on either crushing his windpipe and ribs...or ripping his throat out with his teeth...

Like Hell he will!

I dart forward as Jacques starts tightening his grip, my mate crying out in pain as his ribs begin cracking. Before any of his pack mates can even twitch, I snatch Jacques off of him by the throat and send him flying again, standing between him and my collapsed mate as snarls claw out of my throat like wild animals.

"You bitch!" Jacques darts towards me this time, but I cut him off halfway, locking him in a chokehold that leaves him gasping for air.

"I should have done this from the start." I hiss in his ear as I grab his head.

"You'll regret this." He spits, sounding a little afraid.

"No, I won't. The only thing I regret is ever meeting you, and giving you everything." I murmur before pulling his head and body in opposite directions, ripping off his head completely. Before his body even hits the ground I flit over to Tyron, now in his human form and staring at me in awe...as are the others, but I could care less about them at the moment.

"Are you alright Beloved?" I murmur, cupping his cheeks softly as I crouch down beside him.

"I'm fine...a little sore in the ribs, but I'm good. Are you...are you okay?" He replies.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"

His eyes go to my shirt, and I look down to see I'm covered in Jacques's blood, I must look gruesome.

"I'm fine Mon Chou, it's all from me ripping off that bastards head. I don't even have a scratch." I chuckle, and he stares at me with a startled expression.

"You killed him?"

"Of course I did, he hurt you, was trying to kill you. I couldn't allow that."

He just stares at me for a moment, a small smile on his face.

"Tyron?" I call worriedly, concerned that his dopey expression is caused by some injury to the head.

"I love you." He murmurs, pulling my face down to his and kissing me softly. I sigh against his lips, leaning into the kiss happily.

"I love you too, Mon Chou." I sigh as I pull away, and our moment is suddenly interrupted by someone clearing their throat. I look up to see Katrina back in human form looking down at us with an amused expression on her face, shaking her head.

"You know, if it wasn't for the fact that one of you is injured and naked, and the other is pregnant and covered with blood from the man she just killed-whose body is still right behind you by the way-this would be very romantic." She chuckles, and I honestly don't have it in me to be embarrassed.

"I personally think it's romantic, regardless." I grin, and she shakes her head at us again as Tyron kisses my cheek.

"You two are perfect for each other."

"Damn right we are." Tyron rumbles as he turns my head for another kiss, both of us purring.

"Get a room you two." Alpha Seth laughs, and I smirk deviously.

"Now there's a good idea." I purr, and Tyron growls lowly. He stands up quickly, pulling me up with him, only to wince and growl irritably at his damaged ribs shifting positions.

"Take it easy on the poor dog, he is a bit damaged after all." Seth chuckles again.

"Yes...it seems I have to teach him how to fight vampires, after he's recovered of course." I murmur, brushing my thumb over Ty's cheek, and his eyes darken.

"Maybe for now you can teach me other things Darlin?" He purrs, and a couple of people fake gag.

"I think I can do that..."

~~~~~~~

A week later, after things quiet back down and Tyron heals up completely, we finally have our baby shower.

I had asked Tyron's Nana Andrea if she would like to host my shower, and she was delighted when she said yes. We decided to hold it at the rec center on the territory, and other than deciding who to invite, Andrea and Tyron's mother handled the rest of the preparations. Going against typical tradition, I decided to not make it women only, which seems to bring in a much larger crowd...though some of the men decided not to participate in a few of the games.

I've gotten quite a few gifts, onesies and pacifiers, bibs and bottles. And tons, and I mean tons of diapers...though I'm sure we'll need every single one, plus some.

Some of my favorites include a high chair from Luna Katrina and Alpha Seth, a car seat from Gamma Marcus and Marigold, a beautiful mobile from Ezekiel and Adrienne with shimmering stars and crescent moons.

But, my absolute favorites were from my parents and Tyron's.

My Dad gave us a handmade wooden crib, saying that even though we already have one set up, he wanted me to have a piece of home...since the crib was made from a tree that fell in our backyard. My mom even made a couple of plush baby blankets, one cream colored and one lavender, both with Eiffel Towers on them.

Tyron's parents, more specifically his mom, gave us a large tote filled with his old toys, books, and games. Even his old baby blanket that she saved and repaired...which has giraffe silhouettes on them that matched his favorite toy. So cute.

His dad gave us something smaller, but still very meaningful. Photo albums for our child, and future children...all of which can have the baby's name engraved on them. He said that it was important that we capture every moment we can, because he knows from experience how quickly they can fly by.

As the shower nears it's end, I share a look with Phoenix before standing up to thank my guests...and make a final announcement. After some discussion with with my doctor and Phoenix, I decided to find out the gender of our pup...and announce it now. No one but me and Dr. Bell knows the gender of the baby, so this is going to be a grand surprise...especially for Tyron.

"I'd like to thank everyone for coming today and celebrating the soon arrival of our pup. And for all the lovely gifts you gave us, but, before this party ends, there's one more thing I would like to do." I start, turning to Tyron after I reach into my bag and grab a small box.

"I decided, after some discussion, to do a gender reveal for the baby. So Tyron, if you would do the honors." I explain, my mates eyes widening as everyone starts murmuring in excitement.

"I would love to Darlin."

He takes the box and gently pulls off the white ribbon, the takes off the lid to find a white, folded up onesie. He takes it out and sets the box down, then unfolds it so he can see the writing on it...and he freezes as he stares in shock.

"Tell everyone what it says." I giggle, and he struggles for words for a moment before finding his voice.

"Daddy's...Daddy's Little Princess..." He says in disbelief, looking up at me. I giggle at his shocked expression, reaching up to touch his cheek.

"You got what you hoped for Mon Chou, it's a girl."

Everyone cheers and whistles as he pulls me in for a passionate kiss, and everyone laughs as Luna Katrina let's out a loud "Hell Yeah! Girl Power!"

This moment right now, it's perfect...