Iris West’s POV.
“Oh.”
“My.”
“Days.”
Anne, Angie, and Beatrice said one after the other. They were being so dramatic and I had to hold myself from laughing at their expressions.
“Dramatic lot,” I muttered.
“For the alpha?!” Beatrice finally screamed out.
“Shut the hell up.” I hissed and she slapped her hand over her mouth.
“Congratulations,” Angie said smiling, but I could see she still had so many questions to ask.
“Does he know?” Anne asked.
She was the only one who seemed not to be cheerful.
“Does who know?” I asked.
“Does the Alpha know you are carrying his child?”
“No, he doesn’t,” I said.
“Well, who cares? You can tell him anytime you want, you’re his mate after all.” Beatrice said, still bouncing excitedly in her seat.
I kept quiet and looked down at my hands. Beatric
