Chapter 151 Aware of Alarion’s Visit (1)
Aelira’s POV
I never intended to keep my pregnancy a secret from my coworkers. Such things are intensely personal, especially since the pup’s father is Daelor Briarhallow, the Alpha King. The complexities of our relationship make open discussion impossible.
But the moment Jastor Halden stares at my midsection, disbelief clearly etched on his face, I realize I have to address Daelor’s revelation. My wolf stirs restlessly inside me as I start to speak.
“Jastor, there’s something you should know-
Before I can finish, Daelor lets out a low laugh, his commanding Alpha energy filling the conference room like a comforting
shroud.
“Just playing around,” he says with maddening nonchalance. “Don’t take it so seriously.”
Jastor’s shock quickly shifte
Daclor directly.
into annoyance. His wolf’s scent grows sharper with barely suppressed anger as he faces
“Not everything is a joke, Jastor says, his tone firmer than I’ve ever heard it. “Some subjects deserve respect.” Daelor’s silver eyes flicker with warning, and his Alpha dominance becomes even more pronounced. The room feels noticeably colder.
“And why is it your concern if I jest with an old classmate?” Daelor responds, his tone deceptively smooth.
The threat beneath his words is crystal clear. Jastor’s complexion pales, but he stands his ground.
“I work with Aelira every day. Her well–being and comfort at work matter to me.”
“How thoughtful of you,” Daelor replies, sarcasm dripping from every word. “But I think I understand her comfort better
on you.
The standoff escalates quickly. They lock eyes from across the room, their gazes sparking with barely contained hostility. The room becomes thick with the aggressive scent of their wolves. My unborn wolf feels the tension, whimpering uneasily
within me.
The mounting tension between them is becoming overwhelming. Several coworkers have started to pick up on the strained mood, their eyes darting anxiously between the two Alphas.
In an effort to diffuse the situation, I raise my voice and say, “I could really use something to eat.” I shoot a pointed look at Daelor. “Didn’t you say earlier that there was food?”
Instantly, both men shift their focus toward me, and some of the hostility in their stances fades.
Daelor is the first to look away from Jastor, concern replacing the challenge in his gaze as he turns to me.
“Yes, I arranged for a meal in my office. It should be ready by now,” he replies.
With the fluid elegance typical of an Alpha, he moves in my direction, clearly motivated by a protective urge.
“We should go before it gets cold,” he insists.
I rise from my seat, hastily gathering my belongings while taking care not to meet Jastor’s bewildered stare. He must be a
loss over the scene that just played out.
“Jastor, you’ve had a long day working on those herbal remedy formulas,” I say, hoping to ease the situation. “Why don’t you take a break? We can go over the project details tomorrow.”
Jastor gives a slow nod, though his gaze lingers on Daelor’s formidable presence.
“Take care, Aelira,” he murmurs, his farewell carrying more meaning than a simple goodbye.
Though Daelor’s jaw tenses almost unnoticeably, he keeps his cool and ushers me toward the exit.
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