“Your job right now is simple,” he continued, his tone light but firm. “Get pregnant, stay healthy, and give me many pups. Continue the bloodline.”
The words settled over me like chains. Heavy. Unyielding.
I kept my gaze down, saying nothing. Because what was there to say? That I was more than that? That I wasn’t just a vessel for his heirs?
Those words would mean nothing to him now.
A soft pressure touched my forehead. I froze slightly as Alpha Cain leaned down, pressing a brief kiss there.
“Be good,” he murmured.
The gesture felt… empty. Like a habit rather than something genuine.
Just as he straightened, his phone rang. The sharp sound cut through the room. Alpha Cain glanced at it, his expression flickering with irritation before he picked it up.
“I’m with my Luna,” he said firmly, his voice carrying a hint of authority. “And my child. Don’t disturb me.”
For a moment, something inside me stirred.
A small, foolish hope. But it didn’t last. Because even as he said those words, I could see it.
The impatience. The distraction. The way his attention was already elsewhere.
“Handle it yourself,” he added before ending the call.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.