The Alpha's Hidden Heir
His nostrils flared, drinking in her scent—the rosemary and the fear, and the underlying sweetness that belonged only to him.
"You are the mother of my son," he growled, his thumb brushing against her jawline. The touch was electric, sending shivers racing down her spine. "That makes you mine. Whether you like it or not."
"I am not a piece of property, Silas."
"In this territory, everything belongs to the Alpha," he said, his voice dropping to a rasp. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "You think you can just come here, take my medicine, and slip away into the night again? No. You’ve brought the heir home. Now, you’ll stay and play the part."
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