I forced a smile, lifting my glass of mead to join in the celebration. “Let’s keep the mood light—today’s Elder Luna’s birthday. We shouldn’t ruin it with such talk.”
I turned to the elderly woman at the head of the table, my voice warm yet strained. “Wren Elder Luna’s days be long and full of blessings.”
Before I could bring the glass to my lips, Elder Luna’s hand gently intercepted, taking the mead from my grasp. “Your good wishes mean a lot, dear, but you’re preparing to conceive. No drinking for you.”
She turned her attention to Alpha Dashiell, my so-called mate. “Dashiell, you should refrain as well.”
Just then, Callista, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, placed a hand on her round belly and gave Alpha Dashiell a knowing smile. She guided his hand to her stomach with deliberat
