Free The King takes a Mate: Paranormal Shape Shifter Alpha Male Cage Fighter Werelion pregnancy romance (Shifter Fight League Book 4) by Mina Carter Page B

revenant.”
    “Crap.”
    “Exactly.” Ethan smiled without humor. “So let’s keep this on the down low and hope like fuck he isn’t, or this city will look like something from a bad zombie horror film.”
    His expression changed as he looked her up and down. She shivered, knowing exactly what he was going to say next.
    “Okay, if you follow me next door, we’ll take a little look at you and junior. King’s orders.”
    It took all of a few seconds for Ethan to lead her into an examination room a short way down the corridor. Apprehension had her dragging her heels a little, but at Ethan’s smile over his shoulder, she kicked herself in the ass and sped up. There was nothing to worry about. Just a normal prenatal check, she told herself.
    Yeah, right. It would only be a normal check if she were still human. The instant the cat inside her had woken up, it added a whole new set of risks.
    “Will you lie down for me?” Ethan nodded toward the examination couch in the center of the room as he busied himself at the desk.
    Zara cast a look around the room. It was easy to see that this was Ethan’s office, from the picture of a forest on the walls—the Kingwood estate if she didn’t miss her guess—down to the “Trust me, I’m a medic” mug on the desk.
    “Do I need to get undressed?” she asked, perching on the edge of the couch.
    “Only if you want to get me killed.” Ethan flashed a smile as he approached. “Seriously, no. I just want to have a quick feel of your tummy, check your temperature and blood pressure.”
    “Uh… okay.” Exhaling, she eased onto the couch and lay down, trying not to think as Ethan lifted her top a little and carefully felt her stomach. Her cat grumbled in dislike. It didn’t like any man apart from their mate touching them. Thankfully though, it quietened down, realizing it wasn’t that kind of touch and the male was only interested in making sure their cub was growing correctly.
    “Feels perfectly normal,” he reassured her with a smile. “Were pregnancies advance a little quicker than human ones, so we’re looking at a due date in around six months.”
    “Okay.” She nodded. The answer was no more than she’d expected. Those women in her family with cats always came to term quicker than those without. “And everything feels okay? You’re sure?”
    That was the crux of the matter. Sometimes lion pregnancies went wrong…the baby wasn’t born human but in some strange kind of half form, one full of rage as it ripped its way clear of its mother’s body. It wasn’t a case of a normal shift, that the baby was a lionwere—the opposite of a werelion—shifting the other way, but a true halfling whose form was somewhere between the two.
    Halfling pregnancies were always fatal for the mother.
    “Absolutely normal.” He wrapped the blood pressure cuff around her arm. “I’ll take some blood to double check, but so far everything looks good.”
    “Okay.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re the doc. I trust you.”
    “Good.” He paused for a second and started inflating the cuff before looking at her again. His hand patted hers reassuringly, his expression earnest. “You and your baby will be fine, Zara, I promise you.”
    Zara bit her lip and closed her eyes as the cuff tightened around her arm.
    She just hoped to all that was holy he was right.

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    T he noise in the room hovered somewhere between a death metal concert and the average shuttle launch. Logan sighed and rubbed a hand over his close-cropped hair in frustration. Get more than one alpha in a room and the result was more like a kindergarten than a conversation between sensible adults.
    “I don’t care what the lord says,” Alex Kingwood, the representative from the city’s financial district sneered, his eyes hard with his wolf. “The pixies have to be helping Hunter.”
    “James.”
    The room was silent, all the occupants surprised into silence by Alex’s uncharacteristic show of