Venessa’s POV
“Please let me remain in your pack, Denzel. I’ll do anything,” Tyrell begged, his voice wild, unraveling as though he’d lost his mind. In his frenzy, he didn’t even notice me sitting there.
Denzel leaned back, forcing calm into his posture. “What is the matter?” he asked evenly.
“King Fabian wants to marry Jalisa off to Tremaine,” Tyrell blurted out. “He wants to abort my child and give her to Tremaine to secure an alliance.”
My breath caught. Abort his child? I frowned, trying to place the name.
“Who is Tremaine?” Denzel asked, voicing the same question forming in my mind.
“The leader of the Silver Forest Clan,” Tyrell said quickly. “Fabian said they’ve promised to disband if he hands her over.”
Denzel slammed his palm against the table, the sound echoing through the
