Chapter 9. A pregnant servant

“She’s always in and out of moods.” I smiled. I leaned back in my chair and rested my head. “If she’s actually pregnant, though, she can get a leave from work at once. I don’t want her getting hurt.”

“Thank you alpha. It’s moments like this that assure me that the boy I grew so fond of as a kid is still in there.”

“Yuck.” I spat out. Thoren was fond of getting too excited about things like this. “Just let me know, okay?”

“Okay. Have you decided if you’ll consider the bastard’s request?”

“My father’s friend? I wonder if he felt embarrassed asking me to take the hands of his daughter as a mistress. Not even as Queen.” The car made a turn, and I knew we were close to the mansion now.

“He knows she doesn’t deserve to be Queen. They are filth. All of them.” Thoren spat out in disdain.