Angel and Deacon stared at Elias, stunned into silence by his comment.
“Pregnancy hormones?” Angel echoed, blinking. “I’m not pregnant.”
Elias raised an eyebrow, folding his arms casually across his chest. “Yes, you are.”
Deacon’s eyes flicked to Angel, then back to Elias. “You’re certain?”
“I can smell it,” Elias said plainly. “It’s faint, but unmistakable. The change in her scent is subtle, but it’s there. My wolf picked it up the moment she got emotional.”
Angel opened her mouth, then closed it again, completely caught off guard. She looked to Deacon, her face a mixture of disbelief and something softer—wonder, maybe, or fear.
“But I…” she began, her voice trailing off.
Deacon reached for her hand and held it gently in his. “We’ll confirm it with a test. But if Elias says he smel
