My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 100

Josie

I’m making an evening sandwich with Misha sitting by my side. We are inside the kitchen, laughing and talking, until my dad storms into the kitchen with a hard-to-read expression.

It confuses me.

Is my dad mad about something? He gets along fine with Misha now, but oddly enough, he seems tense tonight. His purple eyes are glowing brighter than embers, and I grimace.

“Something the matter, dad?” Please say no. I don’t want to deal with any family drama tonight.

But of course, my dad doesn’t just say nothing is wrong. Instead, he clears his throat, and I know he is here for a reason. “I heard you two were traveling to the vampire realm tomorrow. I came to wish you good luck, but… I don’t think you should go, Josie.”

Oh my god.

Is he serious? What is with this family and the goddamn micromanaging?! Ugh! It pisses me off, and a snarl threatens to leave my lips, but I miraculously hold it back.

Instead, my eyes narrow. “And why the f**k can’t I go to the vampire realm, huh?!” I sound as irritated as I feel. “You know what, don’t answer that! It’s about time I told you to stop butting into my life and demanding these things from—”

“Kade is right.” Misha interrupts.

“What?!” I look at my mate, beyond angry, but the burning emotion within me fades out when I notice Misha’s expression.

His eyes are huge, and I freeze when he gazes into my eyes with a big smile spreading over his lips.

“Why… why are you looking at me like that?” I ask.

Misha opens his mouth, then closes it, looking back at my dad. “Should I tell her, or do you want the honors?”

My dad chuckles and holds up his hands in mock surrender. “You tell her… she might bite my head off if I say anything else. It seems her hormones are already all over the place.”

Hormones?

Wait.

Could it be…?

I gasp and stare at Misha in disbelief. I won’t believe it until I have it confirmed, and I whisper. “Am I…?” I can’t finish the sentence. I’m already overwhelmed and close to tears.

Luckily, my mate knows exactly what I mean. He takes my hands and squeezes them with his larger ones.

“You are,” Misha beams at me with affection written all over his features.

“You’re not lying?”

My question makes Misha’s bottom l*p tremble with emotion. He suddenly can’t sit still and jumps down from his chair to come over and hug me. I lean into his touch.

He hugs me to him, murmuring. “I’m not lying, Josie. I would never lie about something like this. Never.”

“Am I really pregnant?” Despite his words, I have to ask again just to make sure. I might have misunderstood everything.

Misha nuzzles his nose into my hair and murmurs into my ear. “If Kade’s visions are to trust, then yes, you’re very much pregnant. You’re carrying our child, Josie. Ours.”

A smile breaks over my lips, and I press against my mate. His chest is warm and broad, and I love how his hands are so rough and strong, yet he is choosing to caress me with such gentle strokes.

Misha will be a great dad. He is so gentle when he tries, and an image of Misha playing dress-up with a bunch of daughters crosses my mind. It makes my ovaries scream in response.

Misha chuckles. “I rather not wear a tutu or any makeup…”

“But you would if your daughter asked you to.” Misha might be a huge, hulking man, but he would be obedient for his daughter’s sake. I know he would, and I love him for it.

Misha smiles. “I totally would wear makeup and a tutu if I was forced by my daughter. I would also go to every tea party she invited me to. A real man plays with his daughter, and it wouldn’t take long before she had us wrapped around her finger.”

I giggle. “So true.”

“And if we don’t have a daughter and instead get a son, I will buy him a snowmobile.”

“Oh,” I raise my eyebrows. “Totally because our son needs one, and not because you’re looking for an excuse to buy one.”

Misha’s smile turns guilty. “Yeah… totally…”

My dad, who is still in the room, chuckles. “I guess I will leave the two of you alone… but first, I must repeat myself: I think it’s better if the pregnant lady stays at home. Traveling on a dragon’s back while pregnant might not be the best idea. You’re going to be throwing up a lot. And while Avery won’t mind, it might be a terrible experience for you.”

I glance over my shoulder, still smiling. “Thanks for the heads-up, dad.”

He smiles. “Anytime.”

My dad leaves me alone with Misha once more, and I lift my chin, meeting Misha’s kind eyes. They are filled with love, and I shudder in excitement.

Misha wants this as much as I do. I can tell from how he looks at me, all warmth and love, and it fills me with excitement. I can’t believe we are about to become parents!

I breathe a laugh. “I’m so confused. A war is threatening, and I should be scared and worried about the outcome, but… instead, I’m overjoyed. All I can think about is baby clothes and colors, and which room inside the mansion we should be painting.”

Misha strokes my hair behind my ear. “You’re that excited, huh?”

“How could I not be?” I whisper. “This is what I want—I kind of want to walk over to the window and shout it out loud, so our entire pack will know that I’m pregnant.”

Misha’s eyes grow serious at that. “How about we wait until after the war before we inform them? The last thing I want is the Howler pack somehow using this against us.”

“Oh, are you worried about that?” My stomach is churning uncomfortably now too. Our enemies would probably love to hear that Alpha Misha’s Luna is pregnant. Why didn’t I think of that?

“Don’t worry, Josie,” Misha blows some steam through his nose. “It will be okay. I’m worried about leaving you alone, but you will be safe in the mansion. Just keep the enchanted furniture close to you.”

I laugh. “Yeah, that enchanted furniture would beat the Howler’s pack Alpha before you did. Especially that locker downstairs. She is a fierce fighter, according to your mom.”

Misha chuckles. “Yeah, that locker could probably take out a whole army of werewolves on its own.”

“Which is why I’m moving it into our room.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeap…”

Call me crazy, but I’m considering assigning the position of my bodyguard to the enchanted locker. My mom was Lydia’s bodyguard, but she didn’t do a great job. She was busy f*****g my dad, but with a locker, I won’t have that problem.

My bodyguard will have all the time in the world to watch my back.