*ELYSIA*
There was jubilation in the air.
Cameras started flashing around us, one after the other, like a storm of lightning bolts.
I hadn't known the pack had multiple broadcasting companies until a swarm of reporters rushed toward the platform, but thankfully, there were guards to stop them.
"Congratulations, Alpha Drayton. But are you sure the pregnancy belongs to you or your nephew?" one asked, offending me.
"How do you think your nephew will feel about this?" asked another.
"Are you really sure you are both mates or it's just propaganda to be each other?"
"Lady Elysia...how do you feel sleeping with uncle and his nephew, dirty or excited to have achieved your aim?"
Their questions made me feel extremely uncomfortable. When would this stop?
When would such judgment end?
