ALPHA CONAN
“Who is pregnant?” Anaya asked again, her voice firmer this time, with a trace of disbelief that made my stomach churn and my defences heighten.
I turned my head slowly to face her. Lucas stood beside me, quiet but alert, his expression unreadable.
Gwen is pregnant,” i said, my tone leaving no room for argument. “If you have anything to say that isn’t good, I suggest you keep it to yourself or leave this room immediately.”
Anaya stood frozen for a moment. Her mouth opened slightly, then closed again. Her voice came out softer than expected. “Conan, I… I didn’t know.”
I stepped forward. “Yes. And while we are standing here, I want to address what happened the last time you spoke to her. I was informed about it when I got back.”
Anaya’s face shifted to one of guilt, her ey
