An Heir for Zaur

“So you’re pregnant,” snaps the Eastern man. My heart races with emotion as Zaur steps forward, takes the ultrasound photo from the table, examines it, and then turns his fierce gaze on the doctor. “You… you’re having twins…” The woman blurts it out in fear at once. “We were just deciding—”

“An abortion?” he interrupts. “I… don’t… want to say that I would never harm my babies, but he won’t let me answer.” He looms over me.

“Don’t even think about it!” he snarls. He yanks me off the chair and looks into my stunned eyes. He’s angry right now. Ferocious. But still handsome. My man’s mood is visible in the twitching of his nostrils.

“Let go!” I kick and try to resist, but the Eastern man is too strong. He catches me by the ring of his arms:

“Twins are mine. My heirs. You’ll give birth! Let’s go.”