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THE PACK HOUSE REEKED of anxiety. It flooded the air and belied all of the forced lightheartedness from her Pack brothers. They wouldn't want to bring up the unease that hung over the crowded kitchen.
From her position in the farthest corner, Leah watched as they wrestled and roughhoused. Emily stared with an affectionate, loving smile on her face. Even though Leah was a wolf, this was Emily's Pack, not hers. She was their Alpha's mate and her place would never be questioned or scoffed at. Old hurt and anger flooded Leah.
After that day in Old Quil's house, Emily's scent had changed and was now sweet and earthy, signaling her pregnancy. When they had announced it, there had only been the scent of happiness but now it was apparent and unmistakable. The wolf wanted to be as close to the Alpha's mate as possible; the human wanted nothing to do with Emily. With good reason. Her traitorous mind reminded her how babies came to be and unhelpfully supplied the unwanted memory of walking in on Emily and Sam in the downstairs bathroom. In their hurry for one another, they hadn't locked the door and had been so wrapped up in each other that only Leah asking what the fuck was going on had broken the moment.
The memory burned through her like a wildfire.
"You good, Clearwater?"
She glanced up into the slightly concerned face of Paul Lahote, one hand around a burrito and the other offering her a plate. Over his shoulder, she could see Jared Cameron and Quil jostling one another, elbows into ribs, to get one. Nodding, she grabbed the plate and scarfed it down, uncaring of the look he was shooting her.
