Chapter 27

Conaan's eyes slowly left Eleanor, and he looked up to the physician. She still had a smile on her face, one that if she probably wasn't an elderly woman, he would have wiped off.

"Wait. Eleanor is pregnant? Could it be...could the child be that wolf's? Oh lord! This is an abomination!"

Conaan's eyes blinked rapidly, his chest heaving slightly. She couldn't be pregnant. He could accept her in whatever way she came but...

He looked down at her face again, his fingers gently caressing the side of her face. Esmeralda kept talking, but it all seemed to pass over him.

"What would the lycans say? Their king's mate is pregnant with the son of the enemy! This is terrible! What would happen if they find out? This is a disaster. Conaan, you can not marry Eleanor now. She is..."

Conaan chuckled darkly, then brought his hand to the headband on his forehead. He pulled it off violently, causing his hair to fall back.

"Look at me, woman."

The physician swallowed,