-Joseph-
I throw his office door open and enter without even knocking. The king is seated at his desk with his arms crossed, almost like he’s been expecting me.
“Coffee?” he asks.
“What’s your plan here?” I growl.
He shrugs. “What do you mean?”
I sit in the chair opposite him. “With my mate? You’re being kind to her. You are never kind.”
“She carries the heir,” he tells me. “He is strong, Joseph. Are you so weak that you can’t feel it?”
I roll my eyes as he crosses the room to the coffee pot and pours two mugs. For as long as I can remember, he’s always kept fresh coffee in his office. He’s an addict, but it probably makes him more tolerable.
He returns and sits in his chair before placing a mug in front of me and taking a sip from his own. He’s smirking at me now, pr
