Page 208 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince

Everyone chuckles, before finally getting down to business. Both Liam and my father are good at keeping even big groups focused on a meeting. For now, the plan is simple. Finn and his little task force will spend the next few weeks gathering information about Blood Snow and preparing various strategies, and working on their cover stories. Meanwhile, my father and Liam will think up some reason for the group’s visit… hopefully, something that won’t raise any suspicions.

I know Finn is a capable guy, but I do worry a bit about him. This sounds like a dangerous mission.

We are still discussing worst-case scenarios when the door opens, and Annie steps in. Jun is gripping her arm to make sure she doesn’t fall. She looks calm and composed. We’re all a little surprised to see her here when she’s supposed to be resting, until Liam’s gaze shifts toward the bag in Jun’s free hand.

His eyes they turn black, and overprotective alpha waves suddenly pour out of him. Fuck, Fenris is so powerful I want to bare my neck to him even though I’m his brother.

“It’s time,” Annie says in a matter-of-fact tone. “I need to go to the infirmary.”

All hell breaks loose after her announcement.

Ella is so shocked she accidentally throws her sandwich out of the window, and Dante knocks over my father’s glass of water while scrambling to his feet. Jace and Finn accidentally crash into each other, and Ari grabs for one of her pregnancy books to look something up.

Liam manages to get his lycan under control and hurries toward Annie. “What do you need? Do you have everything? Where… what…?”

She takes his hand. “Take me to the infirmary, please. Mom and Flora are already waiting there.”

“When did you call them?” my father asks in surprise.

“Around two hours ago. The contractions started very slowly.”

That was before the meeting even started. I’m shocked that Liam doesn’t comment on it, but his mind is obviously prioritizing right now. He carefully scoops her into his arms and takes the bag from Jun. He shoves Jun into the room and turns to look at our father. “Dad.”

“Yes, I will continue to lead the meeting,” he nods.

“What, you expect us to stay here!?” Ella asks in shock.

“It’s going to take a while, El,” Annie murmurs into Liam’s chest. “And I’m not giving birth with twenty people around me.”

Liam’s eyes darken again, his aura getting stronger once more. It’s obvious he doesn’t want to discuss this anymore. Everyone wisely keeps their mouths shut, allowing him to leave with Annie. I’m glad her mother will be there, and my mom too. They both love Annie and will be a great support to them.

“How am I going to focus on anything now?” Aryanna mutters while cleaning up the mess we created.

Dante rubs his hands over his face. “Don’t ask me.”

“Let’s have a fifteen-minute break to gather our thoughts and clean up,” my father suggests. “Then we’ll come back in and focus. Annie’s labor will probably last for hours, and we shouldn’t bother her and Liam with our issues now.”

Everyone agrees and scatters in different directions for the break, probably just to get some fresh air or something to eat. Only Dante and Ella disappear together, they seem to be in a hurry. If Dante believes he can squeeze a quickie into these fifteen minutes, I’m impressed.

Meanwhile, I link my own beautiful mate, telling her about the news in case she doesn’t know yet.

It’s so sweet of you to think of me!She sounds happy.But Harmony already told me.

Right, Annie’s mom is here after all. She surely told the rest of the family.I wonder if I should feel stupid for not thinking about it, but then shrug it off.Maybe you could tell your human friend?I ask.

Dave?Celine sounds sincerely surprised by my suggestion.

Yeah, I thought Annie might want him to know, but obviously, she’s a little preoccupied right now. Or was that a bad thought?

Not at all.To my surprise, Celine sounds touched.I will call him.

My father was right when he said nothing will happen fast. Obviously, he is experienced with these things. Mom popped out six of us. Eventually, he takes pity on the rest of us and starts telling some hilarious pregnancy stories about my mom. Apparently, during Finn’s pregnancy, she craved strawberries, including things with that scent. So, the whole pack house smelled like a strawberry field, and there were strawberries provided with every meal.

“You’re laughing now,” Dante states dryly. “But I can remember it. I was thirteen around that time, I think, and literally, everything had strawberries in it.”

Vincent nods. “We were all excited for the first few days of strawberry pie, but then it turned into months of strawberry cupcakes, strawberry muffins, strawberries with whipped cream, strawberry tarts, strawberry cake, strawberry cream. And you know your father,” he looks at me with a wink. “Her wish was his command. Goodness, even now, I cannot look at another strawberry.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” my father snorts. “We had plenty of other food too.”