“A Child for the Beast” is Maria Zaitseva’s novel, the second book in the “Beast” cycle, modern romance genre. “Where did you live with someone here, sweet thing?” The Beast looks at her the same way as always—predatorily, darkly, terrifyingly. Enough to raise goosebumps on your skin. “That’s none of your business. With another person.” I said it, but my throat turned into a knot—from offense and fear. “Offend him, Beast—call me a monster!” “With another person?” his voice becomes even lower and even more dreadful. And his face seems to turn black. “And the child too—because of him?” “Yes!”—the key is: don’t look away. And I don’t. “Go away, Beast!” He moves toward me with his whole body, silently, terribly—like he’s about to strike. But instead, he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room. “Let go!” I try to break free, but when had I ever managed to get out of his grip? “Why do you need me—with someone else’s child?” “You’re my wife. Then the child is mine too.”