"Three years," Zayn repeated slowly, his voice careful. "That’s a tight deadline, even for a single pack. Let alone two still recovering from war."
Alpha King Dace leaned back in his chair, fingers laced across his stomach. "Then you’d better not waste time."
Zayn glanced at Lily, who stood quietly, expression unreadable.
"And an heir? Within a year?" he asked.
"Of course," Alpha Revin said with a smirk. "An Alpha can’t unify the packs without a proper legitimate heir."
"Shouldn't be too hard for you," Alpha Moren added, his voice coated in amusement. "You’re both young and strong. Just put her on her back and let nature do the work."
A few of them chuckled.
But Zayn was not amused.
Across the room, Lily’s face had gone pale. Her hands curled tightly at her sides. She didn’t look at anyone. Her mind was spiraling.
Ezra stepped forward, trying to break the tension. "If I may… "
