Natalie POV
Chloe choked on her breath, her eyes widening into perfect circles of pure terror. She stumbled backward, nearly knocking over the silver water pitcher on the table, her hands flying to her mouth to stifle a scream.
"D-Darren’s child?" Chloe whispered frantically, her voice trembling so hard it was barely a breath. She cast a panicked look toward the heavy oak door, as if she could see the elite sentinels standing guard right through the thick wood. "Natalie, are you insane? You are carrying the blood of a condemned traitor while sitting in the bed of the most ruthless Alpha in the north! If Alpha Richard smells it..."
"He won't smell it," I hissed, lunging forward to grab her forearms, grounding her before her panic could alert the guards outside. I forced her to look into
