CHAPTER 12

Tristan

Inside my chamber, I sat on my ornate chair, frustration etched across my brow. Tessa stood before me, her eyes ablaze with anger. The tension in the room was evident as we were about to embark on a heated exchange.

“Tristan,” Tessa began, her voice trembling with suppressed emotions, “I cannot bear your constant visits to that young servant, Fiona. It’s becoming unbearable.”

My jaw tightened as I responded, “Tessa, you know I need an heir. We’ve been married for years, and still, there’s no child.”

Tessa’s cheeks flushed with anger. “How dare you blame me for our lack of an heir? It’s not my fault.”

My eyes narrowed, my tone cold. “If you could provide me with an heir, I wouldn’t have to search for someone a breeder.”

Tessa seethed with anger, her words dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, of course, it’s all my fault. Blame me for not being able to give you what you want.”

My patience was wearing thin. “Tessa, it’s tradition for an Alpha to find a breeder. You know this.”

Tessa shot