Elijah
With the reputation that precedes him, I half expect the Southern King to throw me in a dungeon. Instead, I find myself in a room that is most certainly fit for guests of stature.
The gesture only makes me even more suspicious of his intentions.
Gabriela's words echo in my head, my brain turning them over and over, trying to understand.
She said Hampton plans to claim this child as his.
My child.
The notion of any alpha claiming another man's child as his own is absurd, let alone claiming one as an heir to his throne.
Unless Hampton plans to use Gabriela and our baby to take my kingdom.
It would be the smart thing to do, although Gabriela certainly doesn't seem to suspect him of plotting it. Then again, for all her charms, she has no idea what sordid things happen behind clo
