Beauty and The Beta (Bailey) novel Chapter 230

"Are you hoping for a little boy?" Morgan asked Dana kindly. "Another little warrior?"

Harley grinned at Dana before looking to Morgan. "A girl could be a warrior too in our pack, Morgan. But, in all seriousness, if we have it confirmed there is a little one growing in that belly, we will just be excited to have our baby. It doesn't matter if it is a boy or a girl."

I found myself smiling at them once again. They were perfect for one another, and I couldn't be happier for them. I had loved spending time with them. Marc and Morgan enjoyed it too. We had chatted animatedly between the five of us as we escaped the hecticness of the party, moving closer toward my parent’s home. Morgan seemed even more confident with Marc by her side. Not that she ever lacked confidence that I had noticed before. But the way she spoke now… the way she held herself. It was just so more self-assured than ever. Her eyes met mine, perhaps having felt me watching her, as I slid my phone back into my bag. She raised her brow at me, questioningly.

“You okay?” she whispered, and I nodded.

Morgan edged her way closer to me, leaving Marc and Harley chatting, with Dana walking alongside them. “Now the truth? Were you hoping a certain mean and moody Beta might have called? Or messaged?” she asked with a sly smile, and I couldn’t help the scowl from forming. I knew I was expecting too much. I asked for space. Pushed him away because of how he had reacted. I knew that, so expecting a call or a message was selfish. Childish even. But a small bit of hope remained within me. I don't think I was able to control that.

“Not funny.”

She giggled. “I will take that as a yes, Bai.” She playfully poked me in my side, before looking at me intently. “And I assume the woeful face and slouched shoulders is because the grumpy bastard has yet to check in with you?”

I glared across at her again, and this time Akira grumbled. ‘She has turned into a cocky little fucker since finding a man. Send him back. She might gain a little compassion then.’

‘She definitely is more confident.’ I agreed with my wolf, but ignored my sister. Yet she continued to smirk at me. It was a knowing smirk too… like she knew something I didn’t. I didn’t like it.