Lillian Woodland Wanted To Talk
Ronan squeezed at Lucien's hands while glaring at his mate.
"Whoever put his seed in her belly, it was not me!"
Lucien's tears spilled again. He tried to push Ronan away again, but the latter hugged him tight in his arms.
"Let me go," Lucien said weakly, his face buried into Ronan's chest.
"No," Ronan said in response. "Lulu, I swear. That baby is not mine."
"How are you so sure...?"
"Because I..."
Suddenly, a female voice rang out from behind Ronan. To be precise, the person was standing at the door.
"Alpha Ronan, can we talk?"
Ronan did not even bother to turn around.
"Not now," he hissed. "Leave."
Lillian Woodland did not move from her spot. She lowered her eyes to her protruding belly and insisted, "We need to talk."