The low flames of Harold’s study cast flickering shadows across the room as I entered, drawn to the grim silence hanging in the air. Harold was at his desk, fingers pressing into his temples, a brooding figure with barely contained rage simmering beneath his composed exterior. When he heard my footsteps, he looked up, his gaze cold, cutting. “So,” he began, his voice a steely whisper, “the Alpha King wants an heir. Our heir.”I took a steadying breath, keeping my face neutral. “Yes. He was quite clear about it. He sees it as a way to solidify his power.”Harold scoffed, rising from his chair to pace the room. “And you really think he’ll be content with a few excuses? He’s already been watching us like a hawk, Elise. He’ll expect results. And soon.”I felt the tension gather in my shoulders, my own frustration threatening to rise. “I know that, Harold. But what would you have me do? We agreed this was a arranged marriage.”“But I never agreed to… this,” he spat out, his voice laced wi
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