Free Pregnant with His Werewolf's Baby by Anya Byrne

Father, if you wanted a broodmare—or a stallion to impregnate one—you
should have been a horse-shifter."
    He knew he'd crossed the line even as he said the words. His
father might have let the comment go if they'd been in private, but with the
audience they had, he couldn't do so. Releasing an angry snarl, he melted into
his werewolf form, his clothes ripping as he changed shapes.
    Saul was done clinging to scruples. He changed shapes as
well, jumping back on four paws even as he freed himself from his now-torn
garments. His father was already lunging toward him, but Saul danced away from
him, evading his father's claws.
    Truth be told, Saul hated fighting with fellow members of the
pack, which was actually why he'd become so good at it. The automatic fear
factor that came with being one of the strongest wolves meant he didn't have to
actually hurt anyone to prove a point. But right now, he himself was angry and
hurt. He still felt Gavin's fear and pain, and in his wolf shape, those
emotions triggered a ferocious instinct, unleashing the beast that regularly
hid behind his calmer exterior.
    And so, he didn't waste his time with tiring out his older
opponent and draining his stamina like he might have done under different
circumstances. He just attacked ruthlessly, pouring all of his anger and need
for Gavin into the lunge, melting it into raw power.
    His father tried to sidestep him, but Saul's claws still
raked over his chest. Of course, that didn't mean the other wolf was beaten.
Saul might have drawn first blood, but it just made his father attack more
fiercely.
    He got a good bite in, nearly maiming Saul's front paw. But
Saul barely even felt the pain. The injustice of it, the fact that he was
expected to be something he was not, infuriated him so much he could barely see
straight.
    When he attacked again, he used his claws, fangs and his full
bulk to his advantage, sending the other wolf to the floor. He bit and shredded
flesh, tired of being abused and ordered around when all he wanted was to be
with his mate. His father tried to fight back, clawing at Saul's exposed belly,
but he was only half-successful. In the end, Saul pinned him to the ground, his
fangs looming over the other wolf's jugular. If he wanted, he could have ended
his father's life on the spot, and no one could have said anything about it,
since it had been a fair battle for dominance initiated by the older wolf.
    Instead, he growled, telling his father to surrender to him.
Fortunately, the other wolf didn't force him into doing something Saul really
didn't want. He bared his neck, and his submission effectively ended the
battle. Saul leapt back, releasing the other wolf from his hold and already
shifting into his human form.
    "By werewolf law, I am now leader of this pack," he
said, "but I don't want it. I'm done here. Call me a rogue for all I care.
If you come after me, you will regret it."
    He turned, ready to go and return to his mate's side. He
caught one glimpse of Lisbet standing in the doorway, holding one of the
enforcers' guns. It was one single moment during which Saul knew he had to
move. And he tried to do it, tried to drop down and dodge the proverbial
bullet, but for once, he wasn't fast enough.
    The silver struck him straight in the chest. If it had been a
regular bullet, Saul could have easily recovered from it—with some pain, yes,
but no real problems. Alas, his natural allergy to the silver in, and he
collapsed on the floor, writhing. Unable to keep hold of his human form, he
melted into his wolf.
    The elders surrounded him, leaning over him and eyeing him
like he was a piece of meat. By rights, they should have punished Lisbet for
her actions—she had attacked the new Alpha in a treacherous manner, outside a
real challenge. They didn't. Terrence actually clapped while the other elders
watched impassively.  
    "Good job, Lisbet. He truly is magnificent. He'll make
for a nice replacement for your mate."
    Saul couldn't even