Natasha's POV

“I won't repeat myself.” Ryan warned again.

“Your…. Luna?” Teresa stuttered in shock,her hands fell down.

“You…are ..the Luna…of the Storm Pack!” Irene gasped.

“Natasha here.” Ryan stepped forward with his hands now on my shoulder. “My mate,my Luna and the mother of my soon to be born heir.” His hands found my stomach.

Ryan didn't pause in his conversation but this time what he said was scary. “And I will make sure both of you get what you deserve for treating her like that. Gabriel already got his own set of dishes.”

I looked at him to see if he meant it,but he was damn serious and...