Dante POV
I enter my suite and it stinks of honour, I don’t know how I ever touch this woman or even let her touch me.
I etch closer to the room on the right and I walk in.
The room is light and airy and crib sits against the wall.
The overwhelming fear creeps up.
I’m a king I don’t feel fear, I’m meant to be powerful and strong but knowing a child will lay in this crib whilst my bond-mate sleeps five doors down feels wrong.
The saving grace is that my bond-mate is now immortal, I know she won’t do anything stupid and I hold on to the fact that in year and years time even in one hundred years time I might be able to make this up to her.
I have forever for her to forgive me and us find our own way of loving and bonding together.
“Dante” I’m jolted from my thoughts by honour s
