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commitment to their female.
    Females were marked in the mating bed. Males, before the pack. It was a beautiful damn thing. But because DTD was a ragtag pack of misfits, they had no Elders to speak of, and none of their males had been marked.
    “That’s not your fault though,” Diz said.
    “Yeah? Try telling that to my beautiful pregnant mate who will only let me sleep on one eighth of the bed. Like an actual damn dog, I tell you.”
    Diz laughed, tipping his head back. “So pregnant sex isn’t all it’s cracked up to be?”
    “Oh, I didn’t say that . Be ready, because after those first four months it’s horny-time all. Fucking. Day. And night.” Drake froze, his gaze slowly lowering to his pants where a tent was growing. “Well, shit.”
    Diz snickered at his alpha’s expression.
    “What? She’s growing a baby. She needs extra baby juice or whatever.”
    Diz lost it. “Baby juice?” He doubled over, holding his gut as he chuckled. Baby juice . Shit, that was funny.
    “Aw, yeah. You laugh now. You just wait. Your time to bend to a female is coming, I promise. And when it does, you’re going to bend all the way fucking backwards. You’ll see.”
    Diz shook his head, sobering. “Shit, I’ve heard that for a while now. So far, you’ve all been wrong.”
    “Patience sucks ass, huh?”
    Diz sighed. “Indeed, my friend.”
    Drake pinned him with one of those alpha looks. The ones that preceded a subject that had been on his mind for a while, and usually something he thought was a concern to the pack.
    “What about Destiny?”
    “What about her?”
    Drake narrowed his eyes. “Don’t do that. You know damn well what I mean.”
    Diz looked away. “She isn’t mine. You know that.” The words came from his mouth, but they didn’t sound right. Especially when his wolf bucked against them.
    “So... maybe what I’m thinking is, it doesn’t matter.”
    Diz scowled at his alpha. “Of course it matters.”
    Drake shrugged. “It worked for Surge and Tana. Your intended isn’t always the one you’re meant to end up with. They proved that.”
    Diz laughed humorlessly. “That was an entirely different situation. His mate was dead . Mine is out there somewhere, waiting for me.”
    “Maybe.”
    “What do you mean, maybe?”
    Drake crossed his arms, leaning against his car. “Maybe she’s out there waiting for you. Maybe she’s not.”
    Diz was quiet.
    “Maybe she’s already mated someone else. Maybe she doesn’t want a mate. Maybe she doesn’t care one fuck. You don’t know.”
    Strangely, the idea didn’t leave him ill like when he’d thought about Dessy mating another.
    “You think?” Diz asked, his wolf reacting so oddly, he couldn’t make sense of it.
    Drake looked surprised. “That doesn’t bother you?”
    Diz frowned. “Of course it does.” It did. But more because it should bother him than because it did.
    “Well, you know… Destiny’s mate could come for her any time,” Drake mused.
    “I’m aware,” Diz ground out.
    “But whether she ends up with him or not is her choice.”
    “Yes.” Diz clenched his jaw to keep from cursing Drake to hell.
    “She could very well decide to mate another.”
    Diz quickly grew impatient with his alpha’s roundabout way. “What’s your point?”
    Drake smirked. “My point is you’re pissed off over her, but not over your intended.”
    But it would be different when he actually met his intended. The way he felt would change. What he felt for Dessy would pale in comparison to what he felt for his intended. It was the werewolf way. His animal would seek to secure his intended at the cost of everything else. So while he might care more about Destiny now, he wouldn’t necessarily in the future.
    It was a dismal thought. And why he had to be very careful with her.
    Diz shook his head, avoiding Drake’s intense gaze.
    “You could have her, you asshole.”
    “I know,” Diz snapped.
    He could break their code of friendship and have an affair