Ten Months Later, Moscow Pack Building

I felt like a milking machine lately.

Ivan Brian Pearson, named after two of the men who had died protecting me, was latched on to my right breast and sucking hard. He was firstborn and Alpha heir and was eating like he wanted to be full grown by tomorrow. He was six pounds ten ounces at birth, and the four-month checkup had more than doubled that weight already. Loud, demanding and dominant, he was exactly what I expected in an Alpha Male baby.

On the left breast, Ekatarina Isla Pearson was sucking leisurely at my swollen nipple, content to be close to Mom. She...