Denzel’s POV
“She didn’t mention that,” King Fabian said, his tone clipped, “but it is inappropriate for you to keep that girl in your pack. She is robbing Jalisa of her peace. Sleepless nights are not conducive to conception.”
Anger flared hot and sharp in my chest. He might be a king, but that did not grant him dominion over my private affairs.
“With all due respect, Your Majesty,” I replied coolly, “how I run my pack is entirely my prerogative. I am not violating any law. And as for conception my fated has nothing to do with that. Jalisa has been unable to conceive since the beginning of our union.”
His expression tightened, the smile that followed brittle and forced. I had struck a nerve, and he despised being reminded of his limitations.
“I suggest you send the girl away amicably
