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“You will not be my concubine.” He tilted his head, watching me intently. “You will be the mother of my heir.”
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“The firstborn healthy child you give to me will be my heir. Male or female.”
“Firstborn? Are you expecting more than one child from me?” One shoulder lifted in a casual shrug, which was not disarming in the least. “You may enjoy my company in your bed and decide to give me more.”
He laughed. Actually laughed. And the sound was irritatingly pleasant. I hated him.
Perhaps he expected more tears and wailing and nonsense. I wasn’t that kind of woman. I would never refuse an offer to save my people, not even at the expense of my own life. My own will.
Fate did indeed have a certain future orchestrated with her as its primal center, its glorious star. And for that future to come to pass, she must be mine.
“I will not be the wraith king’s whore,” I stated bitingly, “at least not in the eyes of my own people.”
I wondered if the gods blessed me or hated me by giving me this feisty harpy of a moon fae.
Yet again the reminder that I’m no more than a sold sow, waiting to be mounted and bred.
“You’re angry,” I noted casually, unfastening my armor. “Of course I am, you imbecile.”
But wished I was more than a means to an end, that my life was worth more to him than being his breeder.
It was distinctly different than light fae magick which felt ethereal like a brush of gentle, summer wind. Wraith fae magick bore an undercurrent of aggression and dominance, almost like the warning lash of a whip in the air.
“I swear upon Vix himself, I will keep only one mate—my mizrah. For as long as I draw breath, there will only be you.” He held me tighter, eyes slipping closed as he whispered, “Only you.”
“Are you truly well? Are they—is he—treating you as an Issosian princess should be?” I nearly laughed. I knew definitively that no Issosian princess had ever been stolen away on dragon back, dragged into a cave, and been pounded into pleasure by a wraith king. By her wraith king.
Pounded she was 😌🤭
Tikka zipped up next to me and whispered loud enough for anyone to hear, “Lucky dark lady that you get poked with that one.”
🤣🤣🤣 girlllllll
“It would never be the man’s fault that he slept with two women, betrayed his mate, then betrayed his new lover and lost both of them.”
🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
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