Faolán and Alanna looked at each other, before they looked back at the King. Osiris, on the other hand, had a very bad feeling.
"What is it that you want from us, Your Highness?" Faolán asked.
"You know, Alpha Faolán, that I have no heir." He started to say and Faolán gulped. He had a suspicion where that talk was going to lead them to. "I need one. But my Queen and mate are gone. I want your wife to give birth to my child."
Faolán was speechless for a moment. Even though the thought went to his mind, he shook it off. Now, he listened to the king's words and didn't know if he should just say 'Hell no!' or jump at the Lycan's neck and rip it off.
"No." Alanna answered. The king, who never stopped to look at her, had now a frown and a disappointing look on his face.
"But I re-"
"I don't care. I am not for sale." She said. She was trying hard to control herself and Faolán just knew it.
