Jasper’s POV

The rage was slowly building up in me.

Camille’s words hung between us, and my mind kept replaying it, as if taunting me.

“She’s pregnant. Amelia is carrying his mutt.”

I’d been staring at a map, my fingers tracing borders I would soon erase when I claim the territories. When she’d burst in, her face alight with glee, thinking this news would please me. She thought I wanted to see him hurt. She was a fool.

The first thing I destroyed was the crystal decanter on the ...