Naomi POV
The word hangs in the air like a blade.
Mine.
I stare at Kaelen. His gray eyes are hard. Cold. There is no warmth in them. No softness. Just ownership.
"You cannot be serious," I whisper.
"I am always serious."
I step back. My legs hit the chair behind me. I grab the back to keep from falling.
"The baby is yours. That does not mean I belong to you."
Kaelen moves closer. He towers over me. Six feet two inches of stone and fury. His voice is low. Quiet. That is when he is most dangerous.
"You carry my child. My blood. My heir. That makes you mine, Naomi. Like it or not."
My hands shake. My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my throat.
"What are you going to do? Lock me in the basement?"
A muscle in his jaw twitches. "I am going to marry you."
The room spins.
Marry him.
