Noah POV
Amelia had worried me when she became faint from the bounds. I’m secretly hoping that our little spark is still there. I dare not let her see what I’m feeling though in case she has managed to put it to the back of her mind.
Judging from the amount of alcohol she’s drinking I’m sure she is fully aware that our baby could still be inside her. Amelia barely touched her champagne for the toasts or anything else. Though she sipped and presented the elusion of drinking to all the pack mates.
Her, not drinking would have set tongues wagging and if our spark has gone I’m not sure we are ready for those questions. Or that we’d ever be ready for them.
Clarkson nodded his head towards the patio where the music was set up and the wolf who was djing called over the Mic.
“Would the Ki
