My stomach lurched when I thought of the copious amounts of come I’d pumped inside her, every orifice. But it was the knot that had been lodged inside her pussy, ensuring my seed would reach its destination.
Not a jerk-off for my ritual Fridays.
Not the carefully planned and protected liaisons.
Purpose.
Why he didn’t choose a weak female.
He chose the strongest of them all.
The file slipped from my fingers.
Photos, contracts, letters, and receipts.
They all landed on the dark, polished mahogany floor.
Lielit was pregnant with our child.
Nothing in life had ever alarmed me until that moment. The slow, creeping panic and fear had me tugging at my tie as sweat began to form.
He had to be lying.
No—he’d never lied to me before.
A child.
With Lielit.
I could picture her warmth and love for her child, even if it were mine.
But me?
I shrugged out of my jacket and began to pace, calling on Fenrir.
The bastard let me sweat before he answered.
We need to leave now.
Leave? Yes, of course we did.
I’d left her on the island for nine weeks.
“You knew!” I hissed.“You knew all this time—weeks, months…”
My mind went straight to the baby.
Her health.
Vitamins.
Check-ups.
You weren’t ready for the truth. You weren’t prepared for her. I tasted her blood—her scent and her heat. She descends from queens. She is MY queen. Not a Friday night fuck.
His words weren’t quiet. He roared them at me until I gripped my head.
She carries something bigger than us. She holds something I never thought possible, he said quietly—but beneath his words, I felt the desolation.
