Chapter eighteen

Ethan’s POV

I shook my head as the reality of what he was saying occurred to me. I got to my feet still shaking my head with a smile of disbelief on my face. “You’re kidding me,” I said.

The elders stared at each other, all thirteen of them, and only the one who spoke earlier had the guts to rise to his feet with his hunched back.

“King Ethan, don’t you see…the possibilities and how well this will profit everyone?” He asked.

“No, listen, you all have got to be kidding me. This is the fucking modern era, not some age where some fucking marriages are arranged.” I said, the smile disappearing from my face as I cast a glowering stare at them. “This is absurd.”

“Yes, it is, but it is the only way.” The elder said firmly.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw the curious and eager look on Lowell’s face and I knew he wanted to say something and he did. “We should also consider the fact that the king, Ethan, might have a mate already.” He said.

All eyes fell on me, all thirteen quizzical, worn