Glaring at me, Caleb waits. He seems expectant, as if he’s waiting for some kind of response.
For the sake of self-preservation, I need to answer my king. But genuinely, I do not know how to reply to the implication that we have a child together.
Tristan, Caleb’s Beta, walks into the closet behind him. Tristan takes Caleb’s sword and hands him a file in return. Flipping open the folder, Tristan lowers his gaze to read from the pages within.
“Harper Lovett,” Caleb reads. “Belonging to the Riverwood Pack. Daughter of the Beta Harold Lovett and his mate Claudette. One sister, younger. Leah.”
As he’s reading about me, that must be my file. I swallow hard.
“Not a virgin,” Caleb says. Snapping the folder shut, he lifts his gaze to me. “Tell me where the child is, Miss Lovett.”
“What child?
