IRIS
Ronan didn’t move, and I watched his jaw clench so hard I could see the muscle ticking in his cheek. For a moment I thought he wasn’t going to answer.
Then he turned away like the sight of the picture physically hurt him.
“Ronan,” I whispered again, softer this time. “Where is the baby?”
My wolf stirred uneasily. Mate is hurting. I ignored her. We needed answers.
I watched Ronan as he moved from his spot, crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, his head dropping into his hands.
"The pregnancy was a miracle," he spoke finally, his voice hoarse.
"We had been trying for years. Years, Iris. The pack was... persistent. An Alpha without an heir makes people nervous. Every meeting with the pack elders, every gathering, someone would ask. When would there be an heir? When woul
