Free Fated Magic (The Wolf Pack) by Avery Gale

death trying to fill the void in her life she hadn’t understood wasn’t career related. 
    Marcus had told them that when he’d seen the petite beauty walk through the doors of the main room during one of the club’s invitation only meet and greet nights , he’d felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.  She had actually come in using a friend’s invitation and the comedy of errors that followed had almost doused the spark they’d both felt when they’d been introduced.  Both Trev and Jameson had been at Dark Knights that evening and had watched as the man they respected and had seen exhibit remarkable control in even the most difficult situations almost fold when he’d been forced to punish the little party crasher.  But remarkably it hadn’t frightened her away, she’d told them all later it had been like a veil had lifted and for the first time in years she had felt whole.
    Trev knew that calling Marcus meant they’d be getting Reagan’s input as well, because they were rarely separated for longer than a few hours at a time and at this time of day, she would most definitely be within a few feet of her Master.  She wouldn’t answer any questions or contribute until Marcus gave her the go ahead, but then she’d speak openly and honestly.  Reagan had worked part time for several years, but as soon as her Master noticed even the slightest symptom of burn out, he reined her in.  Over the years she’d cut back so now she worked just enough to keep her credentials as a child psychologist current.  The last Trev had heard the book Reagan had written was scheduled for publication sometime this coming summer.  Now, Trev found himself sitting on the edge of his seat hoping like hell their friends would be able to give them some kind of guidance because he could almost feel the life he’d thought they had been building slipping through his fingers. 

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Jameson sat in front of the screen and explained everything to Marcus and Reagan giving them every detail he could remember.  Trev had filled in a lot of blanks and when they’d finished Marcus hadn’t said anything for several long seconds.  His friend was sitting in his office but was using the new conferencing equipment he’d recently installed so he could conduct meetings without Reagan being forced to kneel behind his desk.  As usual, she was naked at his feet but she wasn’t really kneeling in her usual slave pose, which was highly unusual. 
    Marcus Hines was not only one of the best Dominants and Dom trainers Jameson had ever met, he was also a gifted empath and psychic.  When Jameson realized he’d been staring at Reagan as he puzzled over her unusual posture he quickly returned his eyes to his friend.  Marcus chuckled at what Jameson was sure was his guilt-ridden expression.  “You know I never mind you or Trevlon looking at my pet.  She is beautiful and I’m very proud of her.  But in answer to your questions, yes she is in a much different pose and for a very good reason.”  Marcus turned his attention to Reagan, “Stand up, pet, it is time to show off a bit.”  Even through the camera her blush was a lovely deep pink. 
    They watched as Marcus did something they had rarely seen him do before, he stood and gently pulled his petite slave to her feet.  It was instantly obvious that Reagan was pregnant , although Jameson had no idea how far along she might be.  “Congratulations to you both.  You’re going to be wonderful parents.  When is she due, Marcus?” Trev asked. 
    Marcus pulled her on to his lap and she curled into him like the well -satisfied pet she was.  “Just two months to go.  She has been working very hard to stay in shape and I’m very proud of her efforts, but she’ll be cutting back on those workouts now that I’ve found out just how intense they have been.  As you’ll notice,” suddenly the camera was lowering and zooming in on Reagan’s very red ass, “she has been given