#Chapter 22 (Deonna) His bloodline

There had to be a catch. There was no way Marlon Roessler wanted to keep me alive just because I was pregnant with his child. This child would come out of me dark-furred and a disgrace to the kingdom. They would be abused and neglected, not to mention enslaved and later slaughtered by light-furred wolves.

The thought was sickening. The thought of losing my child in the most erupting and traumatizing way. I’ve lost a lot of people in my life, and I watched a lot of wolves die in my presence, but none of them were my own children. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose a child.

Marlon was one of the biggest racist noblemen I knew; there was no way he would want to keep that child anywhere near his manor.

So, why bother keeping me alive? Why not allow me to die in peace?

To my shock, he’s allowing me to reside inside the manor. I’m not sure how he managed to pull that off, but Winston came to collect me from the garden after my duties and brought me to the guest room on the eas