"Jason, I'm not impressed that you've gotten a woman pregnant without us even getting to know her," Helen said, scolding him.
"I'm happy for you, son. We breed good stock."
Helen rolled her eyes while William chuckled. Jason didn't care about stock or anything other than knowing his woman was going to be safe.
James took her temperature and checked her blood pressure after cleaning away the damage he'd done to her neck.
"She's going to be perfectly fine," James said. "You'll have more trouble explaining yourself than anything else."
The doctor stood and made his way toward the bag he'd left at the base of the bed. "When you're ready give her these. They're tablets all pregnant females need. Human females only need to take one tablet a day whereas your woman will need to take two. Wolves digest faster than humans, and also she's a half breed and wouldn't need as much as a full breed." James packed everything away. "The moment she knows the truth bring her to me. I like to keep an eye on our pregnant bitches in case anything goes wrong."
"Daniella ,"Jason said.
"What was that?" James asked.
"Her name is not bitch. It's Daniella . She won't take kindly to you referring to her as a bitch."Jason wouldn't have any harm come to the woman that was his. It was bad enough that she'd suffered at Jonathan and Naomi's hands.
"I'll remember. There's nothing worse than a pregnant, temperamental woman, and our women can cause a fair few problems. It's a pleasure doing business. I'll see myself out."Jason stared at his woman wishing he'd held off. He would never get the sight of her being still out of his thoughts.
"I like her," Helen said. "She smells of everything good and perfect."
Smiling, Jason nodded. "She's the one I bit outside of work. I've spent so long hunting for her and Debbie that I didn't even realize they were under my nose." Thinking about his sister he turned to his father. "Is there any news about her?"
"No, no news at all. It's like she didn't even exist the moment she escaped that fucking place," William said, cursing.
"William, please, language. I've told you, Debbie is alive. We would know if something happened."
His father closed his eyes, wiping at his eyes. "We've scoured the whole fucking forest. There is no sign of any other packs or our daughter. I'm telling you, she's fucking dead."
"Dad, it's not over yet," Jason said. "If I can find my mate then we'll find Debbie."
Jason truly believed his sister was out there. Debbie was a resilient person. If anyone could survive what Jonathan and Naomi had thrown at her and escape then Debbie was the one.