Annalynne gave Lowell a look.
"Lowell, we talked yesterday. I told you that I would handle my brother. You don't have to worry about him. Or about Alpha Ronan," she added.
Lowell shook his head. He took Annalynne by her hand and squeezed it lovingly.
"Anna, I am not worried about them. I respect them, of course, but most of all, I respect you. Honestly, I should have done this when we thought that you were pregnant. Anna, will you..."
"No," Annalynne snapped when she realized what Lowell was trying to do.
Pulling her hand away from Lowell's grip, Annalynne rose to her feet in an instant. She gave her boyfriend a piercing glare.
"You are just proposing because you think you have to."
Lowell hastily corrected his lover, "Anna, you are mistaken, I..."
Unfortunately, Alpha Annalynne was not in the mood to listen. She shut Lowell up by resting her fingers against the latter's lips.