The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate
Flipping open the folder, Tristan lowers his gaze to read from the pages within.
“Harper Lovett,” Caleb reads. “Belonging to the Riverwood Pack. Daughter of the Beta Harold Lovett and his mate Claudette. One sister, younger. Leah.”
As he’s reading about me, that must be my file. I swallow hard.
“Not a virgin,” Caleb says. Snapping the folder shut, he lifts his gaze to me. “Tell me where the child is, Miss Lovett.”
“What child?” I say.
“If you value your life, you will not lie to me,” he says. His voice hasn’t changed, still the same steady baritone, but his eyes have taken on an even sharper intensity. If looks could kill, I would be dead ten times over.