Chapter 8: Pregnant
(Alexander’s POV)
The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the guest quarters, its golden rays unapologetically stabbing straight into my skull. The dull ache behind my eyes throbbed in time with the remnants of last night’s whiskey.
I sat up in the overly plush armchair, blinking against the brightness as Beta James paced across the room, his sharp gray eyes assessing me like I was one of his pack reports.
“You certainly made quite the impression last night, Alpha,” he said, his tone light but edged with amusement.
My responding growl was a low rumble in my chest. “Did I ask for commentary?”
James smirked. “No, but if I don’t say something, who will? You nearly crushed your glass every time Grace’s name came up. And don’t get me started o
