Zadyre
Brielle’s pained eyes were sure to haunt me in my dreams, but I was done caring. There were many things she couldn’t understand even if I explained them to her.
So it was better that she hated me. Because if she didn’t , it would make a lot of things harder.
As I made my way to my room, I heard the laughter of her kids.
The barren king. Impotent lord.
My jaw tightened at the names I’ve been called in the last five years by the same people who worshipped me.
All because I couldn’t bare an heir.
Not with other women, and I had tried with my mate.
There was no child or children.
It was a tradition to have children as king for an heir or your family member, or beta would claim the throne.
And unluckily for me, I had a brother.
And here comes his mate now.
The clank of her
