Ulric Bloodfang, The Lycan King
Garrett's voice crackled through the lycan link, a jarring intrusion into the tense silence of the infirmary.
Your Highness, he rasped, concern lacing his words.
What is it? I growled, barely concealing my impatience. My facade of stoicism remained firmly in place, directed at the other Kings, the Capitol guards, and the bewildered doctor crammed into the small office. Isabella's sudden exodus had punched a hole through my carefully constructed composure, leaving me raw and vulnerable beneath the surface.
Moments ago, after the bombshell revelation of the DNA test, she had bolted from the room, her face etched with fear. I couldn't, wouldn't, let her slip away. She was my mate, carrying my child, and I wouldn't let anyone, not even the other Kings, gain
