The alpha king's slave mate
What if—
The healer emerged, her face unreadable.
"Well?" Ronan demanded. "Is she—"
"She is fine," the healer said, and a smile bloomed across her weathered face. "More than fine, actually. Your Majesty, congratulations. You are going to be a father."
The world stopped.
Ronan stared at her, mouth open, unable to process the words.
"She is pregnant?" King Aldric asked, his voice filled with wonder.
"Yes. She conceived during the blood oath ritual, most likely. The magic and the mate bond combined to create life." The healer's smile widened. "She collapsed from exhaustion, nothing more. She needs rest and proper care, but both she and the child are healthy."
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