But I pushed on, my heart racing. “I could carry your child, Alpha Damon.”
The words were out before I even realized I was saying them, and for a moment, I thought he hadn’t heard me. But then he turned, staring at me in disbelief.
“Kierra, what are you saying?”
I swallowed, trying to steady my voice, though I could feel my cheeks burning. “I’m saying I’d be willing to have your child. You wouldn’t owe me anything. I don’t expect… I don’t expect you to l-love me, or to be with me. I just… I know how important it is for you to have an heir.”
His expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. “You’re being foolish.”
“Maybe I am,” I admitted, feeling the weight of his gaze, the intensity in his eyes. “But I’d do anything for you, Damon. Even if it means… even if it means you’ll never see me as anything more than this.”
“Kierra, this isn’t some… this isn’t something you can just offer like a gift,” he snapped, anger flashing in his eyes. “Do you realize what you’re saying? What are you offering?”
“I do,” I replied, my voice steady, though my heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces. “And I wouldn’t offer it if I didn’t mean it.”