Logan
It had been a week since Freya told me she was pregnant.
I hadn’t been able to sleep properly since.
I should’ve felt triumphant. After all, this was what I brought her here for — to bear my heir. A breeder, a solution to a political debt, a contract sealed with bloodlines and duty. That’s all she was meant to be.
But something stirred in my chest when she said those words: “I’m pregnant.”
I didn’t know what it was.
It wasn’t joy, no. Not exactly. But it also wasn’t nothing.
I hadn’t seen her much since then. She stayed away, kept to her corner of the house, and avoided my gaze like I had the plague. I thought I’d feel relieved. Instead, the silence pressed against me like a weight.
A knock sounded on my office door. A sharp, urgent knock.
“Come in,” I said, already irritate
