Just Your Average One Night Stand ***COMPLETED & UNDER MAJOR EDITING***

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Two Weeks Later:

Unknown Pov

"Hey boss," Peter runs in, "she due in a week."

Excellent... Time to pay an old friend a visit.

"Can she fight?" I asked.

"Physically? Maybe. Verbally? Yes."

Good, just the way I want her. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I walked to the living room, where my pack waited. They stood scarred and ready.

"Prepare yourselves. We're about to fight one of the most powerful packs in America. Get anyone you want, but.... leave Ryan to me," I said.

They cheered and went outside to shift.

Time to finish what I started.....

Ryan's Pov

"Ryan! Ryan!!" Avery says stumbling through the trees. I looked up from my book with raised eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" I said catching her expression.

"Rogues," She panted.

I jumped up and pressed down on the doorbell. Sam and Alex ran downstairs looking and out the house.

"What's happening?"

"Rogues, attacking the pack." Avery says panickedly.

"What do they want?" Alex says as we shift.

'I don't know yet...'

'Better find out.'

Pregnant or not I'm protecting my pack. I ran fast enough to get there, but careful enough not to cause any problems for my babies. We arrived at the pack house and were stunned with the sight. Our friends, our families fought against the rogue wolves. I growled loudly. I entered the battlefield hesitantly. Sam and Alex jumped in front on me pushing me back.

'No, I can't let my pack fight without me,' I barked.

'Ethan and Dean are on their way, Damon's with them. Go to the kids,' Sam says.

'They're in the house,' Alex growled as she took down a dirty brown wolf.

I sighed and ran to the pack house. I shifted, opening the door. I walked into the first bedroom and grabbed some jeans and a baggy tshirt. I heard muffled cries from the panic room. Yes, we have a panic room for the kids. I immediately went to that room and opened the hidden door. I got in turning on the soundproof barriers.

"Ryan!" A little girl cried.

"What's happening?!"

"There's been an attack on the pack. I can't fight so I'm protecting you," I said rubbing her back.

"Ryan, is it the rogues from a couple months back?" A twelve year old, London asked.

"As far as I know? Yes," I saw going towards the camera screen. I watched as my pack fought hard, without me. I looked at the kids, the youngest ones looked for comfort from the oldest. The rest huddled together. A baby crawled to me, pulling at my pants leg. I reached down and scooped her up.

Her baby blue eyes burned with curiosity as she stared at my stomach. She placed her ear against my stomach, listening. I smiled because it was tooo cute.

The door rattled as someone banged against it. The kids started panicked. I opened the hidden door in the floor and told them to get in quickly. It was a soundproof room, no one could even sniff it out.

"Don't come out no matter what you hear, okay?" They nodded. "London, take the baby."

I shut it and straightened out the area. I looked at the camera that showed behind the door. It can't be.... He's dead.

I gasped as the door collapsed. He stood in front of me. His black hair everywhere, black soulless eyes burning into mine. His body structure.

Nope, not dead....

His scent engulfed me, vanilla and cherries. His eyes stared at my stomach, hatred burning. I felt his anger.

"Hello Ryan, did you forget about your mate?" His sexy voice asked amused.

Definitely not dead....

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CLIFFYY....

I know, I thought he was dead too. Well, until this chapter... Poor Ryan.

Poor everyone....

I know everything was going so well, what's a werewolf story without a rogue attack?

Anyway, I'm already writing the next chapter.

-myisha;)

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