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“It’s a good thing you’ve told me all this,” I say very seriously.

“Okay, why?”

A big, stupidly happy grin spreads across my face.

“Because we’re going to have a baby, and it’s good to know I’m not the only one who’s totally, hopelessly in love!”

Jenks stares at me for a second, his eyes wide. Then he lets out a little shout and throws his arms around me, barely hugging me, as if he’s scared he might break me.

“It’s okay, you can squeeze me. I promise the baby won’t pop out.”

“Don’t do that to me,” he mutters. “I don’t know anything about this stuff, and I could almost believe you.”

“Okay then, I won’t tease you. Much.”

“Please, do,” he whispers. “Tease me forever, for the rest of my life.”

Jenks leans in, and our lips touch. The kiss is soft and gentle at first, turning deep and hungry as the energy between us weaves back and forth, becoming stronger as we share it.

This is the most powerful magic I’ve ever known—and this magic is love.

Chapter 26 - Jenks

A couple of weeks after Alisa is out of the hospital, I have to attend an official meeting with the pack to discuss the events of that terrible night—and everything that led up to it.

I’m standing out the back of Shelley’s, feeling like my world is about to end. But Alisa is standing beside me, holding my hand, and I know, if nothing else, I have her love, and that is all I really need.

I look down at my beautiful wife, and she squeezes my hand, giving me a little smile. That silent communication between us, the touch of her hand in mine, has become a language all its own. Just with the touch of her fingers, she speaks volumes to me of how much she loves and trusts me.

I don’t deserve it.

“Yes, you do, Jenks!” she exclaims. “I don’t know how many times I have to keep telling you, but you have suffered enough in your life. You can stop beating yourself up over it now and learn to really live.”

My only response is to squeeze her hand. She smiles even wider, understanding the feeling between us so well that I don’t need to say anything. The strange telepathy between us has only gotten stronger. We still don’t know if it’s because I inherited witch powers from my mother, or if my connection with Alisa is just so strong, we can hear each other without speaking.

I take a deep breath and look at the back door of Shelley’s, feeling like I’m about to walk right into hell. Bailey was kind enough to give me time with Alisa after she got out of the hospital, but all of us knew this day had to come.

“It’s okay, Jenks,” Alisa says. “I’m with you.”

“Even if we get banished?”

She squeezes my hand again, her breath catching in her throat. “It would be hard to leave my coven,” she admits, putting one hand on her belly. “But I am with you and our daughter forever. I go where you go.”

It could be worse. I might be punished.

Alisa’s fingers tighten on mine again, and she shakes her head. “Don’t think about that. Let’s just go inside. Delaying this isn’t helping anyone.”

I let out the breath I’ve been holding and take the last step up to the door. When I shove it open, the warmth from the room inside wraps around me, but it doesn’t ease the chill in my bones.

When I see the table set out before us, my anxiety shoots up another notch. Instead of everyone sitting around casually as they usually do, they’re sitting on one side, facing me like a panel of judges. Bae and Carson sit at one end, with Rider and Peter at the other. Jack is by Bae’s right hand, while Kyle and Nate sit together in the center.

Standing back from the table behind Bae, Gina watches me with her cool blue eyes. Her gaze is usually gentle, but today, she looks stern and cold. Somehow, she’s far more frightening than Bae.

Behind Rider, Fiona watches us approach, and her gaze is even more calculating than Gina’s.

I try to swallow the lump in my throat, but it gets stuck, and my eyes start to water. “Alisa, go and sit down,” I say, gesturing to the spare seats in the corner.

“No way,” she states. “I’m with you, for better or worse.”

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