Page 65 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

His heart skipped immediately, “Okay,” he drawled.

She opened the door and welcomed him inside. As he stepped in, Juniper stepped outside and whispered before shutting the door;

“Good luck.”

What the hell was that about?

Asher couldn't understand why Esme wanted to see him so seriously and why Juniper had said what she said before leaving.

She was sitting quietly on the bed when he approached with steady steps. “Esme.”

She turned to him, looking all gloomy.

“Are you okay?” He pulled a chair before her and sat down, worried. “What's going on? Is something wrong with your magic?”

“No, Asher. It's not that,” she replied.

“Alright. What is it?” He hated the suspense. It was killing him.

She stared at him and hesitated for a while before finally speaking.

“I'm pregnant.”

Asher wasn't expecting this to be what she wanted to tell him. His heart was filled with joy and gladness at the thought of being a father.

He almost burst out laughing in sheer exhilaration.

“You're…” He chuckled, “You're pregnant?”

Asher's eyes beamed with joy as his wife nodded.

“That's great and wonderful news, Esme.” The excitement in his voice wasn't at all subtle,yet she looked worried.

“Wait. Why aren't you happy about this?” he asked, puzzled.

Asher was alarmed; his mind was imagining all manner of situations to justify Esme's mood concerning news that they had been anticipating for a while now.

He couldn't understand why she would be so gloomy, knowing full well what that news meant to him. But Asher was willing to keep an open mind and hear her out.

“I am, I am happy. Of course I am,” she replied, and he saw a glint of that joy in her eyes—but she obviously had something to add.

Esme sighed heavily. “It's just that I don't like our relationship, Asher.”

Uncertain of where this conversation was heading, fear overtook him.

“What do you mean? I don't understand,” he said, controlling the suspense that had overwhelmed him.

“I don't like the way we are, you know…”

“No, I don't know, actually,” he cut her off, a bit offended. “Could you please tell me what you mean? Because I thought we were good partners,” he said to her, trying to remain composed.

“That's the problem, Asher,” she replied. “I want more than just being good partners. This relationship… It lacks romance. And I want it. I want romance.” She looked into his eyes.

He felt a wind of relief blow across his face as his calmness returned. She had made the situation seem more troubling initially, and he was pleased to know that it wasn't something hard to fix.

“Romance?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she replied keenly.

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