Clash Of Wills

AZALEA

I have never been more grateful for an interruption in my life. And when a gasp escapes my lips at Alpha Andras's thunderous remarks, an inward sense of relief floods me.

I'd been on edge since the Royal Doctor left and Jenna started laying out the pregnancy rules. Her comments about my weight hurt, but when she referred to the baby inside me as 'hers,' I clenched my fists. Hard.

I shouldn't be envious or possessive of the child because it isn’t mine. I am only a surrogate. Regardless, it hurt, and the thought of being cast away once I gave birth, like every other breeder who served this wretched kingdom, made the knot in my stomach tighten even further.

Then Alpha Andras's statement - more like a command - happened, and my heart skipped a beat. His voice echoed throughout the room, exuding a sense of authority unrivaled.

"Let the girl breathe. It's too early for this." He continues with his gaze fixated on his wife.

"Andras?"

His look becomes serious as he asks calmly. "Do