#Chapter 52: The Alpha’s Gaze

Moana “You’re not pregnant, are you?” I froze at Ethan’s words, my eyes wide as I stuttered to come up with a response. “I-- I’m not--” Ethan, seeing my uncomfortable struggle, lowered his glass and quickly shook his head to dispel the seriousness of the suggestion he had just made. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was only joking. Maybe that wasn’t a very appropriate thing to joke about. It’s fine if you don’t want to drink alcohol tonight.” I tried to laugh off Ethan’s joke, but it was almost embarrassing how astute that joke actually was -- if only he actually knew. Then, quickly, I fumbled in my mind to find the right excuse so as not to raise any more red flags about the reality of the situation. “I just… I need to be up early tomorrow, to take Ella to her training.” Ethan nodded understandingly, but oddly looked a little disappointed at the same time. I watched as he silently took a sip of his wine, then set the glass down. “I hope that’s okay,”