Page 51 of Targeted By Fate

I raised my hand to salute, but Lake yanked it down and glared at me. “What’s wrong with you,” he mouthed.

Maybe I was in shock, but my brothers were taking charge and leading Keane to the elevator, and I had to step up. Or step into the elevator.

Hurry, my wolf urged.

The seven of us squeezed in the elevator, no, eight including Rhodes. I wondered if everyone was going to help or if they’d wait outside my office with champagne and pop the cork when the baby cried.

Keane dug his nails into my palm, groaning and saying, “Here comes another one.”

“Sounds painful.” Ezra elbowed Thiago and told him to shut it.

When we reached the entrance to my office, I steered my mate inside and then went to bar the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked my family.

“In there.” They spoke in unison, but Rhodes put up his hand.

“As I’m the only one who has had a baby, I vote that I come in and the rest of you stay here.”

There were howls and the stomping of feet, reminding me of Luna, but they backed off, muttering that they never had any fun.

I closed the door and the blinds, and Rhodes put the sofa cushions on the floor.

“Huh. I knew that sofa would come in useful someday.”

Keane draped his arms around my neck, his eyes tightly closed and swayed his hips. He rested his head on my chest as another contraction wracked his belly.

“Get rid of these damned clothes.” He frantically yanked off his jacket, ripping buttons and tearing the fabric. “Get them off me.”

Rhodes and I made quick work of undressing him, and I helped my mate lie down. He raised his knees, crying out as the cramps wrapped around him.

“Help me, Boaz. I can’t do this alone.”

I froze at those words, but just as I had taken the former Alpha’s place and met the challenge, now I had to be the best mate to Keane.

I lay beside him and took his hand. “We’re going to breathe together.”

“Fuck breathing. I’m screaming.”

“Screaming it is.”

We yelled together, him drawing blood on my palms as the contractions helped bring our baby into the world.

“Can you see the baby, Rhodes?”

“I see dark hair.”

“Oh my gods, we’ve done it.”

Keane whimpered.

“Ummm,you’vedone it, Kitten. Sorry.”

“Ahhh.”

“Keep pushing, Keane.”

If I bore down like my mate was doing, I might need to rush to the bathroom, so instead, I shouted encouragement. “You’ve got this.”

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