The Alpha's Unwanted Heir
He set a bowl of warm porridge in front of me, along with a clean wooden spoon.
"A man who fears his own blood because of political titles is no real Alpha," Gideon said flatly. "He chose his throne. You chose your child."
"I don't ever want him to know," I said, my voice turning hard, stripped of all the weak weeping from before. I looked up, meeting the old healer's gaze directly. "If he ever finds out I'm alive... if he ever discovers I'm carrying his heir, he will try to take the baby from me to protect his reputation. Or his new Luna will try to destroy it."