231. Athena
I saw it in his eyes—the flicker of hesitation, the unspoken worry that crossed his features the moment I mentioned a pup. And I understood. I truly did. Because the same fear clawed at my chest like a beast desperate to escape.
What if one day, he woke up and realized he wanted an heir? A child to carry his legacy, to bear his name, to take his throne? What if the weight of his titles—Alpha-King of the entire werewolf realm, the untouchable Mafia Lord—pushed him toward a decision I wasn’t ready to face?
What if he decided to take a concubine?
It wouldn’t be unheard of. Alphas were permitted—encouraged, even—to ensure their bloodlines continued. But the mere thought of it sent a sharp, icy pain through my chest. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as bile rose
