Denzel’s POV
Two days after the incident, a summons came from the Werewolf King.
I didn’t need to guess the reason. Jalisa must have run straight to her father, crying foul, and now he was calling me in to “settle” the matter. There was nothing to settle, but ignoring the summons would be seen as an act of disrespect something I couldn’t afford.
That morning, I stepped out of the shower and found Jalisa stretched naked across the bed, her body arranged deliberately, her eyes filled with invitation. She was trying to lure me into her arms.
I still hadn’t forgiven her for humiliating us before the pack.
“I can’t get pregnant like this, Denzel,” she teased softly.
I smiled, though there was no warmth in it.
“I suppose guilt is finally catching up with you,” I replied calmly. “Unfortuna
