"It is the biological reality," Dahmer intervened coldly, his frame forming an impenetrable shield in front of the fallen King. He locked his gaze onto the trembling matriarch. "Malcolm is carrying my offspring, Geney. The bond is settled. It is true. And I suggest you watch your movements very carefully from this moment on. Do not cause a single drop of harm to my unborn baby, and do not dare lay a hand on my mate."
Geney felt the ground beneath her heels tilt. She covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders heaving as the weight of years of buried history came crashing down upon her head. She looked around the dark, concrete parking lot—scanning the shadows, the broken retaining wall, and the lingering, malicious gaze of Beron who was absorbing every single detail to ruin her son's legacy.
