Chapter45

Madoka's Point of View I woke up in our bed, utterly spent from the sexual marathon she had put me through. I had been right, although I was far too smart to rub that in my mate's face. Her heat had stretched out for four days, but it was finally winding down. I'd lost track of how many times I had taken care of her during this time. Besides her need to procreate, I'd made sure her other needs were met, both because I wanted to, and because that was what my wolf wanted to do. Our mate was vulnerable right now, and so we took care of her. She was also probably pregnant, and the knowledge was as deep as my wolf. He wanted to protect and provide for our new offspring as well. She was his focus and it was easy enough for me to go along with that. The deepest, most primal part of me was delighted at the idea of reproduction with this female who was so genetically suited to me. I liked the idea, too. A daughter who had her mother's sass, or a son with Carrie's determination; either of them a