|Theodore|
“I want a grandchild, Theodore. By the end of the year.”
The words landed like a weight in the pit of my stomach. I had expected the conversation to head in this direction, but the ultimatum caught me off guard. I took a deep breath, steadying myself before meeting my mother’s gaze. Her eyes were sharp, filled with expectation. I pressed my lips together, trying to come up with an excuse, something to explain why producing the grandchild they so desperately wanted wasn’t as simple as they made it sound—especially not with the current state of my marriage.
“I agree with your mother, Theo,” my father added, and I shifted my attention to him. His tone was firm, as though the matter had already been settled. “It’s time. You’ve been married long enough. The pack needs an heir, an
