Page 47 of His Unicorn Alpha
“You won’t forget if I bite you,” I grumbled back at him, and Micah chuckled as he resumed dressing.
“I think the growly, jealous vibes are hot, sugar.”
I huffed, “I am notjealous. You aremine.”
Eric snorted.
I rolled my eyes at my brother. “You can shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything,” he protested, but he sounded amused.
Choosing to pointedly ignore him as we finished getting dressed, I accepted Micah’s outstretched hand and fell into step with him as we made our way back towards the clinic. Eric trailed behind us, asking Micah questions about his shift and how it differed to his original form.
“Yeah, once I was in the air instinct just…took over, I guess,” Micah answered when Eric asked him about his first flight. We approached the front door to the clinic and he opened the door, gesturing for me and Eric to precede him inside.
Chivalry is not yet dead,I thought as I smiled and walked inside.
“Well look who decided to come to work,” Day teased from the receptionist desk.
“It is a tough life being one of your bosses,” I sassed back, coming to a stop in front of him. I folded my arms across my chest. “When were you going to tell me your son was speaking, hmm?”
He had the grace to appear apologetic. “With the excitement of everything else happening, I forgot to brag,” he admitted. “Sorry, Bran. Rex texted and said you got to hear it in person, though.”
“I did.” I grinned, feeling all warm and gooey at the memory of hearing the little voice speak a broken version of my name. “It is very exciting. He is growing up so fast.”
“They do that,” he agreed lightly, then gestured at my belly with his chin, the corner of his lips quirking. “It won’t be long until yours are here and growing like weeds.”
“Six months at most,” I smoothed my palm over the soft bulge which I swore was more prominent than it had been only a few days earlier. “But with multiples, it will likely be sooner.”
He grimaced. “I do not envy you having to push three of them out. I felt wrecked enough after one, and you both said it was such a quick and easy delivery.” He shuddered as if reliving the experience. “Never again.”
“But is it not worth it to have your son?”
Playfully, Day rolled his eyes. “Fine, bring up the reward at the end. Let’s see if you’re as cheerful after popping one of yours out, shall we?”
“I still reserve the right to complain about the pain.”
“Too late,” he turned away to tap at his computer keyboard. “Think of the reward, Bran.”
I looked over at my mate, who was still patiently answering Eric’s questions, and I imagined how patient he would be with our babies.
Think of the reward indeed.
Chapter Sixteen
Number three —four? fifty? whatever— on the list of things I had not been expecting when I planned my return to Shifters Sanctuary: no longer being a horse. I stillfeltlike a horse, but I wasn’t a horse.
I was a mythical flying horse with a horn in the middle of my forehead.
A unicorn.
Iwas a unicorn.
Days after that revelation, and I was still trying to process the change. Still trying to reconcile the me I had always known with the me I had become. The me I apparently had always been deep down inside.
My alpha was a preening, cocky asshole. From the moment I had shifted, I had felt his pride —my inner pride— warming my soul. I had feltrightin ways I hadn’t felt while shifted before. Was it any wonder I had never truly felt like I belonged in my original pack?
I wasn’t one of them. I’d been an imposter and I hadn’t known it.
