The Twin Alpha’s Mate

I looked up to find Logan standing in my doorway, concern written across his angular features. Behind him, Bohan appeared with two cups of coffee, taking in my pale complexion and obvious distress with those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see everything."I'm fine," I managed, though my voice came out weak and shaky. "Just a little tired.""You're not okay." Logan closed the door behind them, and my spacious office abruptly felt small. "You look like you're about to pass out."Bohan set the coffee cups aside and fell to his knees beside my chair, his hand extending toward my forehead as though he needed to check my temperature but was unsure if he could touch me. "Your scent is shifting again. More intense.""I'm fine, I said." But even as I objected, a fresh wave of dizziness hit me, and I had to grab the arms of my chair to stay upright. "That's it." There was an authority in Logan's voice that I'd never heard him use. "We're taking you to see a doctor.""No!" Sharper than I intended, with a edge of panic. "I mean, that's not what I need. I just need to eat something."The twins exchanged one of their silent communications, and I knew I was in trouble."Aurelia," Bohan's voice was gentle but implacable. "We can smell it on you. The pregnancy. We've been able to smell it since the day you walked into this office three days after we initially met you."