Lyssa's POV

The following day, I was getting ready for the day when there was a knock on my room door, and I called out. “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Lizzie, my queen,” said a female voice as I wondered who would be bearing the name Lizzie. “Come in,” I said, watching the door being pushed open. I saw a female in a maid uniform, carrying my supposed baby boy in her hands.

“My queen, I have bathed him and fed him with the breast milk from the breast milk donor. The alpha king ...