He Chose an Heir, so I Faked My Death
The sacred fruit that only a pregnant Luna was permitted to eat, said to contain pure lunar energy that would strengthen an heir's alpha power.
And he was feeding them to Jenica, one by one.
"Open up," Dexter's voice was disgustingly gentle.
Jenica opened her mouth obediently, letting him place the shimmering silver fruit on her tongue.
"Sweet?" he asked, his eyes soft.
"Very sweet," Jenica cooed, closing her eyes in bliss. "I can feel the prince growing stronger inside me."
I put down my coffee cup, the ceramic clinking against the saucer, and left.