He swallowed hard, his throat making a dry, clicking sound as his terrified eyes darted frantically between Aidan, Davian, Adrein, and me.
"My…Alphas'...my…my Lords," the old man stammered, his voice barely above a harsh whisper. "I have checked her vitals twice to be absolutely certain." He paused. "The dizziness and the sudden fainting, the elevated pulse…"
"Spit it out already!" Davian roared from the doorway, slamming his fist against the wooden frame. "Stop beating around the bush!"
The healer cowered slightly, closing his eyes tightly before blurting out the words. "L–lady Anabel is pregnant!"
The world seemed to stop spinning in a single, brutal second.
The heavy air in the room vanished, completely dousing the room in an icy, suffocating shock. I froze in my tracks, my jaw dropping as my mind refused to process the words that had just tumbled out of the old man's mouth.
Pregnant?
