Chapter 8: Dinner for the Alpha
"A lady should be conservative," Theresa remarked, chuckling darkly. She regretted not taking this step earlier, but her fear of her son had held her back. However, at this moment, she felt no need for fear. Ensuring the birth of an heir was her top priority.
"I can't support this idea. If he finds out, he might kill me before I even get pregnant!" The lady began to panic, her hands becoming sweaty with fear. She didn't know much about Alpha Damien, but the rumors surrounding him were far from friendly. She had come here to bear a child, not to meet an untimely demise. She didn't want any part in it.
"Fear not, child. As I said, all you have to do is mate with him. Leave the rest to me!" Theresa declared with a sinister look and handed the small bottle to her handmaiden.
"Ensure it is served directly in his glass. Make a mistake, and you will pay with your life," she threatened the maid, who quickly nodded and hurried off to execute their plan.
"Stay here for a while. A maid will come to get you when the time is right," Theresa ordered before leaving the room without saying anything else.
"The Alpha is here, Lady Theresa!" A maid happily came to inform Theresa. Theresa rushed towards the exit to greet her sons.
"Mum!" Dave called out, reaching out his arms for a hug. However, Theresa brushed him aside and ran to embrace Damien instead.
"How have you been, son? Oh, you look so thin," Damien remained impassive, not bothering to hug her back, knowing she had ulterior motives.
"I didn't go to the front lines of a war, you know," Damien retorted, pushing her aside as he entered the mansion.