Becca mumbled to the little stick in her hand. The thing seemed to yell at her and curse her for her carelessness. Okay fine, it didn’t yell but stared back with an oddly loud silence, but whatever.The two pink lines mocked her, telling her that she should have used a condom. Should have used more thought, rather than wanting to feel Hunter buried between her legs, filling her up with his cum.It wasn’t as if, at the time, she’d forgotten how babies were made. After all, she’d been on top of Hunter with his cock firmly in her pussy at the time, so she knew. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want babies with her mate; it was more because of the whole danger thing.The whole Pack-is-out-to-get-them thing.She couldn’t have chosen a worse time to be pregnant.Becca swallowed hard at that word.She couldn’t be pregnant.The lines mocked her again.Fine. She could, but why did she have to be so damn fertile? It must be Hunter and that sperm of his. They must be like super sperm and on wolf steroids or something.Oh gods.
