"She is pregnant!” I bellowed, my enraged voice traveling across the large throne room, leaving echoes behind.
With my blood boiling, I replayed the voicemail for the fourth time and listened to the melodious voice of the woman who would soon be mine.
It didn’t matter how many times I listened to the voicemail because the message did not change.
Elysian Hawthorne is pregnant. She is carrying the child of that motherfucker bound in chains in the cellar.
“I cannot believe Elysia is pregnant,” Chase muttered in disbelief.
Glaring at him from where I sat, I wanted to throw the phone in his damn face, but I restrained myself from doing so simply because damaging the phone would cut off all the contact I have with Elysia.
Ever since I captured Drayton, I have been making use of his p
