Ryker’s eyes are drawn to mine, but he remains silent.
“You wanted to see me,” I clear my throat as the letter burns a hole in my pocket, and I force myself not to think about it by slamming up my mental barriers.
Ryker nods before walking towards his cluttered desk. “There will be a formal party this weekend, including all the packs in your district.”
I blink. “Why?”
“It’ll be a great opportunity for us to be seen together to show the district that we mean business. The women will see that you’re on the market, and hopefully, there’s an influx of them who want to have your children, so you’re ready to settle down, and soon, we’ll start a legacy.”
My face remains blank as I clear my head. “Settle down?”
“You’re twenty-seven, Caleb. You’re overdue to settle down, and I already have someone lined up,” he says with a smirk. “But I doubt you’ll struggle to find someone; it’ll be swarming with pussy.”
I grimace internally at his choice of words. “So another of your match-making events then?”
“If that’s what you want to call it.” He waves a hand that’s almost dismissive.
“If you want an heir so badly, why don’t you find a woman to lay with?”
Ryker’s face twists as if I’ve disrespected him. “Because the history of our family bloodline points to your son having powers. Could you imagine a world where our powers take over? We’d be unstoppable.”
I narrow my eyes a little. “And what if it was a girl?”
“We’ll deal with it if it comes to that,” he mumbles casually as if he’s talking about a kitchen clear out. “Women weren’t made to rule this world.”
I grit my teeth at his answer.
Ryker curls a brow at me. “Problem, Caleb?”
I breathe out through my nose and choose not to comment. There’s no use, he’ll never see the world from my eyes. And I’ll be damned if he tried to use my son as a pawn in his game for world domination, let alone get rid of my daughter. Hell would break loose.
“What else did you need to discuss?”
The faster I can get out of here, the better.
I watch him as he slips into his chair. “I want an update on the pack.”
“They’re fine.”
“Are they?”
“Yes.”
“Doesn’t sound convincing.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m doing the best I can.”
All he does is hum in response.
“The pack needs me back soon.”
“Fine,” he says before handing me a stack of papers. “Here. Read these.”
“For what?”
“Harrison gave them to me.”
My brow curls. “Harrison, the district ambassador?”
