Jessabella wanted a baby, and Edgar, Penn, and Brand weren’t the ones trying to get her pregnant anymore.
“You gave your Omega up because she hadn’t gotten pregnant yet?”
“She’s over 40,” Penn put in sharply. “Of course she can’t get pregnant. We are looking for a new match.”
I felt sick to my stomach and suddenly I had to turn and heave, throwing up in a splattering, embarrassing mess all in front of them.
“My lord, are you all right?”
“Alexei, what’s wrong?”
“I’m fine,” I said, as they all clustered around me.
My skin was buzzing, anger unfurling under my skin.
How dare they treat her like this!
I struggled to act normally, while desperately wondering where Jessabella was. If she was distressed.
“How are things going on the estate?” I asked, catching the eye of the worker filling our wine glasses. “Are you being treated well? Do you have enough support staff?”
The worker flushed, then looked nervously over at Edgar. “I–fine, my lord.”
Hm, strange. Something there that I needed to investigate later.
Penn smoothly inserted a question asking about one of my great-aunts, and the moment passed, but I hadn’t missed the flash of unease and confusion in Edgar’s eyes when I inquired about the servants.
But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, I couldnotmake it through the rest of the meal without checking on her.
“Where is Jessabella now?”
I had to consult with Theo before doing anything, IknewI had to, but at the same time Icould notstand letting Jessabella feel bad for one more moment.
How could they have rejected her? She was a perfect, angelic creature. And I could smell her fertility from miles away, could scent her ripe, luscious pussy, could almosttasteher ovulation under my tongue. They were either liars or idiots if they couldn’t get her pregnant.
“I’m not sure where she is?” Brand asked, with a semblance of ease and disinterest.
“Fuck you,” I snarled suddenly, lurching to my feet. “What have you done with her? Where is she?”
“She’s fine!” Edgar bit out. “She’s just in a guest bedroom until she figures out where she’s going to go?
Where she’s going to go?
The dizzy panic filled my brain until the room spun around me, but I gripped the doorframe and then headed down the hallway.
“Jessabella?” I called out. “Jessabella?Where are you?”
She had to be somewhere in the building. I couldn’t smell anything besides her.
I stumbled from one floor to the next, not even recognizing where I was in my own Manor. Sometimes I heard Theo’s voice, but from a long way away.
He would catch up to me, he always did, always the calm to my more volatile artistic temperament.
Finally, I found myself in a cool, stone hallway, some steady, perpetual thrum vibrating through the walls.
What the hell was this?
“Duke Alexei? What’s wrong?”
