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She exhaled slowly. “You’re only asking me to marry you because of the baby,” she blurted out.
My eyes popped in dismay. “Do you really believe that?”
She averted her gaze and began to pick at the blanket in front of her, dark tresses falling over her cheeks to hide her expression.
“Maren, you can’t think that after everything we’ve been through together.”
“I don’t think we should get married,” she muttered as frustration rose inside me.
“Aren’t we mates?” I insisted. She nodded. “Then give me one good reason why you shouldn’t be my queen.”
She pursed her lips together.
“You can’t give me one, can you?”
“I just gave you reasons,” she sighed.
“I said good ones,” I reiterated, refusing to accept her refusal.
She wanted to marry me. I had no doubt about that, but some insecurity was keeping her from accepting my proposal.
“We already live together,” she replied flatly, unwavering in her answer.
“That doesn’t give you any rights as my queen.”
“I don’t need any rights as the queen!” Exasperation began to creep into her voice, and my brow furrowed as I regarded her intensifying expression.
“You’re serious!” I sputtered. “You don’t want to be my queen?”
Tears misted her lovely, autumn-green eyes. “It’s not that…”
She drew in a sharp breath as I waited for her to continue, but she added nothing after.
“Maren!” I growled, reaching for her hands. She allowed me to take them. “I love you. You should be at my side, as my partner. You’re my mate.”
“I can’t do this right now,” she sighed, but before I could get any more out of her, a loud banging on the bedroom door drew us apart in shock.
“Who the hell is it?” I barked, jumping out of bed.
I found a terrycloth robe and wrapped it around myself.
“It’s Harman, Alpha!” the advisor choked from the other side of the door.
My eyebrows rose to my hairline. “Harman?” I repeated.
“Harman?” Maren echoed, crawling back to fully cover her naked form under the duvet. “Your advisor? What’s he doing here?”
I was just as perplexed as she was as I reached for the door and threw it open.
“What do you want?” I demanded. Harman and four Royal Guards stood outside, each looking more frazzled than the other.
“Please, Alpha, you have to get dressed right away,” Harman squeaked, looking nervously over his shoulder.
“Why?” I insisted.
Through my peripheral vision, I saw Maren straining forward to listen, but Harman appeared to notice her, too, and lowered his voice to a strangled whisper, his tone disturbing me.
“You really do need to come with us, Alpha,” he begged. “There’s a… situation.”
