“This is none of your concern,” Charlie replied.
“I don’t believe you understood me.” Theo walked over to the man holding Lucy. He placed a hand on his shoulder. “I said she belongs to me.” He pulled the man away from Lucy, then stepped before her and the baby. He needed to get Lucy out of here. She was leaking fluid, which meant the baby was coming. He was not going to have his little Princess born at a rest stop.
Lucy placed a hand on her stomach. It was starting to hurt. She swallowed as she felt fluid on her leg. No, she couldn't be in labor. Anastasia would be early. She would be ok, but she would be early.
Theo reached back and placed a hand on her arm. He needed her to stay behind him. He watched as the man before him straightened to his full height. “I would rethink your next move,” he said as the man reached behind him.
“That bitch and baby are coming with me,” Charlie said as he pulled his gun from his back holster. You had to love a state that allowed you to carry a concealed weapon.
“Fine.” Theo shifted his left hand. A bullet would slow him down but it wouldn't stop him from protecting his mate. “Lucy, go to the truck and leave here. Head back to Hart.”
“I am not leaving you here,” she said in a slight moan as she rubbed her stomach.
Theo watched the man before him. His mate was being stubborn. “I am not asking you, Lucinda Hart. I'm telling you to get yourself and Anastasia out of here.”
“If she moves I'll shoot her,” Charlie replied. He was not leaving this place without Lucy and that baby.
“Fine.” Theo lightly pushed Lucy to the ground as he reached out and swiped his paw against the hand holding the gun.
Charlie cried out as he cradled his hand. He looked down at the hand—it was bleeding like a major vein had been punctured. He looked at the man before him. “This isn’t over,” he said before he turned and raced for his car.
Theo nodded. He knew it wasn't over but right now he had bigger things to worry about. He quickly faced Lucy. “Honey—”
“I know. Anastasia is coming. We need to get to the hospital.”
Theo nodded, scooped her up, and raced towards the truck—hoping he could get Lucy to the hospital before Anastasia decided to make an appearance.
Chapter Four
“You boys are going to stop with the secrets,” Mary Hart said to her son as she cradled her new granddaughter in her arms. She looked at the beautiful mocha colored child. She had light reddish-brown hair and the most beautiful deep-brown eyes Mary had ever seen. Anastasia and Aviva were the future of their pack and with their looks each would have their choice of suitors, may it be shifter or human. Just like Taylor. Mary had seen a few shifter and human boys sniffling around the young girl. She had also seen her sons and grandson giving the boys the evil eye and several growls when those same boys attempted to approach the child. She and Amanda would have to have a talk with the boys because if they wanted the pack to survive they needed to back off some.
“Mom, you were out of town and—” he was trying to get his mate to trust him, Theo said to himself. When he had called Amanda to let her know he had Lucy and they were heading to the hospital, his mother had been there scolding Amanda and Trevor about the twins, then looking to wring his neck because of Lucy and Anastasia. Two minutes