She smiles, her lips curving in a way that’s too knowing, too confident. “Always so formal, Kael,” she says, her tone light but edged with something sharper. “I thought I’d check on you after that… ambitious little speech.”
I lean back in my chair, narrowing my eyes, keeping my pulse steady, trying to ignore the seductiveness of her sultry voice. “I don’t need checking on.”
“No, of course not.” She steps closer, her gaze sweeping over the room before landing on me. “But you do need advice.”
I don’t respond, my jaw tightening as she perches on the edge of the desk, crossing her long legs deliberately. Her dress slides up just enough to draw attention, and I force my gaze to remain on her face.
“What’s your point, Sabrina?” I ask, my patience thinning, my dick hardening.
She tilts her head, and flashes her sharp smile. “My point, Alpha,” she says, drawing out the title mockingly, “is that you’re making grand promises about unity, strength, and leadership. But tell me, Kael—how strong do you think you look without an heir?”
Her words hit like a blow, and I sit up straighter, the tension in my stomach coiling tighter. “That’s none of your concern,” I say, my voice low.
“Oh, but it is.” She leans forward slightly, her scent—floral and sharp—filling the space between us. “You’re staking everything on this vision, and yet your Luna hasn’t given you the one thing that would solidify your power. An heir.”