35. Freya

Announcing a pregnancy was should never be this terrifying.

“Our what?” spluttered from his mouth for the third time, kicking out at a golden goblet that clattered across the ballroom floor. As my words failed he bolted out of that throne chair like he’d been electrocuted. Staring furiously at me, but refusing to step an inch closer.

Instead he shouted at the silent, glaring Beta Patrick, “get the Pack Doctor. Now!” His green-eyed henchman scuttled out like the obedient insect he is. Within three seconds two other crossbow wielding louts replaced him at his post.

A swift death assured should my foot wander outside the purple rug. /Even if we kill Phillipe what the hell do we do about those loyal to him?/

One step at a time I tell Livi. Let's survive tonight first.

As the ballroom door rattled shut Phillipe turned to me, purple eyes blazing, his white hair falling about his face. “You know if you’re lying about this, you’re dead. Dead so quick you won’t even have time to realise it