I felt the weight of Daemon’s gaze linger on me, intense yet unreadable, as if he was keeping secrets in those golden eyes that he couldn’t—or rather wouldn’t—want to let me see through for some reason I don’t know.
And then, just when I thought I might dare to hope, his words struck me with a clarity that shattered all of it.
“Amira, I think you misunderstand me,” he’d said firmly, the words painfully final. “But this doesn’t have anything to do with a mate bond. I care because you’re the mother of Calix, the mother of my heir. That’s all.”
The words stung in their simplicity, a cold rationality that left no room for me to even question. Why the f**k did I even hope for something that wouldn’t even happen. How shameful of me that the Alpha King would be my mate.
I must be out of my
