Logan's POV

It had been a week since Freya told me she was pregnant.

I hadn’t been able to sleep properly since.

I should’ve felt triumphant. After all, this was what I brought her here for — to bear my heir. A breeder, a solution to a political debt, a contract sealed with bloodlines and duty. That’s all she was meant to be.

But something stirred in my chest when she said those words: “I’m pregnant.”

I didn’t know what it was.

It wasn’t joy, no. Not exactly. But it also ...