*Abi POV*
A week later, I am doing my best to ignore the noisy elders and enjoy my life, but it’s not only them who are talking.
Olivia seems to be perpetuating the notion that she is the Omario’s rightful mate. My lack of getting pregnant is apparently the proof. Teresa tells me that she is getting more followers, which I shouldn’t care about, right?
I’m standing on the balcony in deep thoughts when Omario joins me.
He kisses my neck before coming around to inspect me.
“Why the long face?”
I shrug my shoulders and he sighs.
“You do know that we are in this together, right? and besides, I’m not ready to share you with a pup yet.”
I force a smile. He is right, but I can’t ignore the speculations going around. We are together in this but he is not the one being whispered about. L
