99 Walking Womb

And, oddly enough, I don't regret it. In fact, nothing that Eros and I have done is regretful.

How can I regret meeting and loving someone like him?

He's everything that I could ever want in a man.

If it wasn't for Eros, I don't think I would have even gotten married.

I was so shelled up inside of my protective barrier that I wasn't willing to risk it for any relationship.

If I hadn't been dragged out of my comfort zone, I never would have met an amazing man like him.

In a way, I was thankful for all the things that have happened, thankful to be able to have kids with Eros, thankful for the opportunity to create a family of our own.

There are many people in this world who aren't able to have kids and have to adopt instead, so for me to complain about having so many kids and what not is just ungrateful and immature.

God gifted me with them, so no matter how many, I will love them all.

I will love them and cherish them the way I wasn't.

"Congratulations, Alpha Female," a familiar pack member stated out of the blue.

I stiffly halted in the halls, glancing in the younger female's direction while trying to calm my jumping heart.

Everything startles me nowadays.

And, by the looks of it, I don't think I will get a pregnancy announcement or a gender reveal.

Everyone already knows that I am pregnant without me saying a word, and they probably know the gender even if they don't see the 'pups'.

There goes my human sentiments, straight into an abyss.

But, I guess this is what happens when you live with wolves.

They know everything that you are doing.

Literally.

"Thank you," I replied with a small rigid smile, noting how everyone's attention gathered onto my awkward form.

Their noses twitched.

I could tell that they were all smelling me.

Without Eros at my side, they didn't keep as much of a distance as they usually do.

Instead, they openly stared at me and didn't have as much resignation as when they were in his presence.

From their gazes, I could see the sparkle of excitement in each set of eyes.

They weren't really looking at me.

If you know what I mean.

Their eyes were settled onto my stomach half of the time, and I can't help but feel slightly weirded out.

Was I just a walking womb to them or something?

But, then again, what did I expect?

They were all waiting for this moment ever since Eros and I mated.

Every time I saw the pack members, they always looked at me with this expectant look in their eyes, waiting for the moment I was impregnated, like a kid waiting for candy.

Heaving a sigh, I hurriedly crossed the halls after thanking everyone who congratulated me in hopes of running from their hungry gazes.

It was starting to become too awkward.

From the dining room, I noticed Rora talking to Brandy when I approached.

They were too engrossed in their conversation to notice me.

"If he loves you then he will come back, Brandy. And if he doesn't, then he's not worth it." Rora tried to comfort Brandy, patting her on the hand with this wise look on her usually smiling face.

"Yeah, but how could he? We've done everything together! And he suddenly thinks that I'm not good enough? I'm sure my vagina can do a lot better than that cun—" Brandy looked absolutely vexed at this point.

"Hi." I cleared my throat and managed to cut her off right in the nick of time.

Glancing nervously at Rora, I noticed that she seemed mildly unaffected by Brandy's crude language.

I can't help but wonder if this is suitable for someone like Rora to hear?

I mean—I don't know.

This werewolf age thing is so confusing.

"Emi! Congratulations!" Rora greeted with a big wide smile on her face.

She turned so fast that I thought she would get whiplash.

Which makes me wonder if werewolves even get that.

I don't know.

It's sad that there are still quite a lot of things that I don't know about werewolves.