LOGINInside, Blair sat on the sofa, her hand resting on her slight belly, while Roman stood nearby deep in conversation with Luca. Two-year-old Olivia was showing off her drawings to anyone who would look."Aunt Keira!" Olivia shouted, abandoning her colouring-in to run across the room. Keira bent down,
Olivia, growing restless, wiggled off Blair’s lap. “Can I go play with my blocks?”“Yes, but stay in the playroom,” Roman told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”As Olivia skipped off, Roman pulled Blair to her feet and into his arms. “You look tired. You should have let me bring someone in to handle
“Mama! Look!”Blair looked up from her laptop to see her two-year-old daughter, Olivia, proudly showing off a crayon drawing that was mostly colorful scribbles.“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Blair said, genuinely impressed with the artwork of her toddler. “Is that our family?”Olivia nodded madly,
"Is that what you think?" Niko's voice was dangerously quiet. "That your only value is as a... what? A royal broodmare?""It's the reality of our position," she insisted. "The Wystovian crown needs an heir. You need an heir. And I can't—" Her voice broke.Niko crossed the distance between them in th
"I'm trying to protect him—""From what? From having a choice?" Keira's voice grew stronger. "You're deciding what's best for Niko without asking him what he wants. That's not protection, that's control."Amelia stared at her, startled by the blunt assessment."Look, I get it. The pressure is overwh
Amelia shook her head, the weight of her failure pressing down on her. "The doctors say there's nothing wrong with Niko, which means the problem lies with me. I'm considering stepping aside, letting him divorce me so he can marry someone who can actually give him an heir." She glanced at Keira, sudd
The conversation began with light conversation as the first course was served... it was a delicate seafood appetizer that Keira barely tasted. She was too aware of the King's presence at the head of the table, his occasional glances in her direction, and Maria's barely concealed hostility across fro
Alexei devoured her mouth like he’d been waiting all night, teeth grazing her lower lip before sucking it in, pulling a guttural sound from her throat. Keira dug her fingers into his shoulders as though she needed something to anchor her, hips grinding down into him.“Fuck, Warner,” his words broke
When Keira awoke, she didn’t open her eyes straight away. She registered the warmth enveloping her. Alexei was still with her.She enjoyed the steady rise and fall of a chest beneath her cheek, the rhythm that was comforting. She loved the scent of him…Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft
"I don't know why you felt the need to wait, Maria." As if she didn't know. Maria was hoping to score points off her in front of Alexei. The woman was so predictable.Alexei rose immediately, moving to pull out the chair beside him. "Good morning," he murmured, his hand briefly touching the small of







