"Meera?" Adam stopped eating and then lifted his head to look at Meera, who was stabbing her chicken breast, as if the food had offended her somehow. "What is the problem if you are pregnant? Everybody knows that will be the alpha's." He tilted his head because Meera didn't answer him or even give him any response.
On the other hand, Meera hemmed and hawed when she was asked about that, but then Adam grabbed the fork from her hand, as he forced her to look at him.
"What is it?" he asked in toneless voice. He looked at her with concern. "Stop torturing your food. The chicken is dead already, you don't need to kill it twice."
Meera laughed when she heard that statement and Adam grinned that he managed to lift her mood slightly.
"I don't want to be pregnant with his child," Meera blurted out. She felt comfortable enough with him to disclose this feeling, though they only knew each other for a few weeks, but she saw him like a brother.
