~FREYA~
Even though I'm scared to turn around and see who my father chose to force me to have a baby with, I slowly spin around to face him.
He had thick, dark hair that fell in waves around his face, with brown eyes that sparkled with a hint of mischief. Standing well above me, he towered like a giant, leaning slightly forward, tilting his head down to meet my gaze.
I felt a chill down my spine, but not in a good way.
Mt father has already done this in the past by forcing Arthur to have a baby with a random woman who turned out to be his mate.
What was the point of getting me married to Lucas if he had foolish plans to get a grandchild like this one?
None of this made any sense to me. It felt like my father was intentionally doing this to punish me for not trying to have a baby
