“There’d been no reason to send those men to attack you on Glyph either,” his words were spoken low, quieter in an attempt not to trigger Shiloh by reminding him.
Because Sarang was a teddy bear and thus a sensitive soul.
A good person.
Unlike Shiloh.
Should he come clean? About the attack? About the baby?
About how he’d orchestrated the entire mess and didn’t feel much of anything now that it was done?
He opened his mouth to do just that but…couldn’t. Fear gripped him.
Another weakness.
Another reason to end this—and the man at his side. Removing temptation would solve his problem.
“I doubt the Leviathan has allowed himself a weakness the way I have,” he said before he could help it, the statement meant to be kept private, yet accidentally shared aloud.
Of course, Sarang misinterpreted it.
“A child is a blessing. He should be torn apart for what he did,” the alpha growled.
“It was an accident.”
Sarang sneered. “They attacked you!”
“They were meant to kidnap me, not—”
The alpha hit the brakes so suddenly, Shiloh slammed forward and whacked his arms against the dash to prevent his head from making contact.
“What are you talking about?” Sarang didn’t apologize, too busy staring him down with a mixture of what appeared to be loathing and suspicion. The first was for the Dominus of the White Frost, the Leviathan, the latter…
There was no reason for him to be suspicious of Shiloh though.
He didn’t really know him. Didn’t know the lengths he would go to.
A wave of renewed melancholy washed over him and Shiloh squeezed his eyes shut, fearing the alpha would see.
Shiloh had given up the throne for this man, and yet Dio was right.
“If I told you the truth, would you leave me?” he asked, and when he risked looking again, saw the anger draining away on Sarang’s face, replaced with confusion and concern.
“Prince?”
What could it hurt, really? Maybe this was a way to start or end things for real. If the alpha couldn’t even handle thismuch, Dio was right and there’d be no chance of him ever accepting the real Shiloh.
But if he could…
The smart thing to do would be to distance himself from Sarang. To lose this weakness before it bit him in the ass and cost him something more precious than the throne.
“I am incredibly stupid,” he muttered under his breath, and then, before he could come to his senses, blurted loudly, “There was no baby, Rang.”
The alpha blinked at him, completely, and understandably, out of sorts.
Shiloh exhaled and tried again. “The doctor said the tests came back negative in the end. False signs. I was never pregnant, so there was no baby to lose. The attack in the corn maze broke one of my ribs, but that was all.”
“You…lied about being pregnant?” It was impossible to lock down what he was feeling, the emotions flittering across his face too quickly to identify. “Why?”
