Blaidd
They could rot on the island for all I cared. I could live without her scent.
I closed my eyes as the helicopter lifted off. Fenrir didn’t need to remind me that I’d taken some of her dirty undergarments and sealed them in a plastic bag.
I glanced at my suitcase—just to reassure myself it was there.
All three of them were against me now, and I had to remind myself of my goals. My work wasn’t finished yet.
Not until the current prime minister was on board.
I stared out at the endless ocean, already calculating my next steps once I reached London.
The saying was correct—people shouldn’t hate the player. They should hate the game.
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“No—take me to the other house tonight,” I buzzed through to the driver. He changed course.
The night was quiet for the city. There weren’t many people out on the streets. I checked the time. It was only a little after ten.
I stared at my watch, remembering the first Rolex I’d bought. Not on credit or a payment plan—outright, on my debit card, because I could.
A marker of my success.
We turned onto the street, and I saw her face on every lamppost.
Missing.
Have you seen…
Lielit’s smiling face.
And beneath it, a paltry reward and a contact number.
“Stop here and wait. I’ll walk,” I said, hitting the intercom again.
The brisk walk through the cool night air was refreshing. I slowed as I reached the house, slipping around the back. I punched in the combination and opened the wooden door. The garden was neat, filled with a variety of vegetation and herbs—the pear tree in full bloom.
Light shone from the house.
The scene was identical to the last time I’d been here.
A family quietly grieving, but surviving.
The kind of family I never had.
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Two months passed, and I finally had it in my hands.
The dossier to destroy the current prime minister. His crimes were so well hidden that I’d had to utilise multiple factions to dig out the links before I could secure physical proof.
He was a powerful man—but everyone had their weakness.
Her scent’s almost gone, Fenrir growled.
Nothing new there. I’d learned to ignore him—just as he did me.
What do you think the purpose of the heat was? he purred.
I closed my eyes.
The heat.
The best five days of my—
My eyes snapped open.
What do you mean by purpose? I demanded.
Silence.
My stomach lurched when I thought of the copious amounts of come I’d pumped inside her, every orifice. But it was the knot that had been lodged inside her pussy, ensuring my seed would reach its destination.
Not a jerk-off for my ritual Fridays.
Not the carefully planned and protected liaisons.
Purpose.
Why he didn’t choose a weak female.
He chose the strongest of them all.
The file slipped from my fingers.
Photos, contracts, letters, and receipts.
They all landed on the dark, polished mahogany floor.
Lielit was pregnant with our child.
Nothing in life had ever alarmed me until that moment. The slow, creeping panic and fear had me tugging at my tie as sweat began to form.
He had to be lying.
No—he’d never lied to me before.
A child.
With Lielit.
I could picture her warmth and love for her child, even if it were mine.
But me?
I shrugged out of my jacket and began to pace, calling on Fenrir.
The bastard let me sweat before he answered.
We need to leave now.
Leave? Yes, of course we did.
I’d left her on the island for nine weeks.
“You knew!” I hissed. “You knew all this time—weeks, months…”
My mind went straight to the baby.
Her health.
Vitamins.
Check-ups.
You weren’t ready for the truth. You weren’t prepared for her. I tasted her blood—her scent and her heat. She descends from queens. She is MY queen. Not a Friday night fuck.
His words weren’t quiet. He roared them at me until I gripped my head.
She carries something bigger than us. She holds something I never thought possible, he said quietly—but beneath his words, I felt the desolation.
I felt what his silence had cost him.
As I knelt on the floor, gathering the scattered sheets of paper, I had to wonder which of us was the monster.
I couldn’t change the past, but I could ensure she had the best medical care and comfort. People who would sign NDAs. She carried part of our DNA—our legacy.
I stood, glancing around my office.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
I was becoming a father—whether I liked it or not.
Lielit Tolera was unequivocally part of my life now.
Someone I couldn’t lose.
“Is there any way to use the bond?” I asked as I uncovered the safe hidden in the wall.
No.
Fuck. There had to be a way to manipulate it.
She isn’t bonded to us.
Right. The bite. Or rather—the lack of one.
What if I pissed her off enough to bite me?
Silence.
Hmm. That might work.
He just didn’t want to upset her.
“Do you think flowers will work?”
He didn't say anything, but I felt his contempt.