Page 150 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

Amber, Damon’s beta, fussed at the youths from behind the dining room table. “Shut your mouths before I shut them for you.”

Their mouths snapped shut. A few paled.

Then I caught a whiff of Damon’s intoxicating scent. The aroma of cedar and spice filled my nostrils, evoking thoughts of his charming smiles and comforting hugs, making me sigh with longing. As he approached, a sense of home washed over me. Damon would always be home. The sound of footsteps trailing up the porch steps echoed through the front door. Then the door opened. Someone hiding flicked the lights on. Everyone erupted into view.

“Surprise!” we shouted

Damon blinked. His posture relaxed.

“Wait,” someone whispered, looking around at the assembled crowd, perplexed. “He doesn’t look surprised.”

A trickle of worry flowed into my veins. “Damon?”

The corners of his mouth turned up into a slow smirk, hinting at his hidden delight. “You all realize that I could smell you from the wood line?”

Groans billowed throughout the room, followed by good-natured laughter.

“Fucking alpha sense of smell,” Nick, my hacker, grumbled.

I grinned, drawing close to my mate. He flashed a smile down at me and gathered me into his arms.

“Happy birthday, love.”

“Thank you, darling,” Damon said.

“Hey!” a feminine voice called.

Damon and I turned to find the pack encircling the dining room table, with a white frosted birthday cake placed in the center. The flickering candles spelled out the words ‘Happy Birthday’ in red frosting.

“Hurry and blow out the candles so we can eat!” a female, Bell, shouted.

Laughter resounded.

Damon threw his head back and snickered. The joy radiated off his body like rays in the morning sun peeking over the horizon. With an enormous grin plastered on my face, I watched my mate approach the table. He blew out the candles with a forceful breath, causing a gust of wind that tousled his hair, prompting applause from the crowd.

A few males clapped Damon on the back, wishing him congratulations, while the females went about cutting the cake and serving those at the party. A flare of joy emanated from within my abdomen, and I pressed a hand to my protruding stomach. I smiled down at my belly, where our baby nestled in the womb growing stronger and more rambunctious each day.

You are definitely Damon’s baby;I whispered down to my little one.

My inner wolf hummed in content.

“What are you doing way over here?”

I looked up to find Damon’s Beta, Amber, approaching, a plate of birthday cake in her hands.

“Just enjoying the view,” I replied.

“It’s more fun being part of the view, isn’t it?” Amber took a bite of her cake.

I nodded. “That’s true, but don’t spoil the view for me.”

Amber giggled.

Another wave touched my mind—my baby attempting to communicate with me. Legend has it that pregnant werewolf mothers form a special bond with their babies before they are born, hearing their faint howls in the womb. It was a bond more strong, more palpable than that experienced by human mothers. Small emotions flitted into the werewolf mother’s mind. The baby’s emotions varied from joy with music to sadness when ignored, and agitation when denied food.

A deep longing for a slice of cake filled my little one’s heart.

No little one. I don’t feel like eating cake right now.

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