Olivia
Dan lifted his champagne flute, clinking a fork loudly until the buzzing conversations around the grand dining table quieted. All eyes slid expectantly to the head Alpha, who was grinning broadly as his gaze scanned the room.
“Esteemed friends and colleagues,” Dan said, “please lift your glasses in a warm toast; tonight, we are welcoming the most recent addition to our alliance.” As he spoke, his steely gaze landed on Nathan, who straightened proudly in his seat beside me.
“Young Mr. Ford here,” Dan continued, “represents the future of progressive change with his daring charity ventures and his lovely… family commitments.”
Heat flooded my cheeks at the veiled pregnancy reference. Dan’s eyes slid over to me, albeit briefly, and something in his gaze made me uncomfort
