ALPHA KONAN'S POV

I was momentarily entranced when I saw Madeline draped in the outfit— the black gown that accentuated her curves and enhanced the bump on her stomach. A sense of pride and awe swept over me and Elyan responded with a quiet , appreciative growl. Why was I feeling this way about her?

Throughout the meeting, I noticed her shifting uncomfortably in her chair, holding a scrunched face as she rubbed her stomach and back. It was subtle, but I couldn't ignore the strain in her movements.

It was time for the vote of thanks, I scanned the room, and she wasn't anywhere inside the room. Where could...