Mikayla prepares for the birth of her first youngling with her Overlord mate. This should be a happy time but Vaan must return to Kaban and reassure his people that he yet lives.
There are still those not pleased at the turn of events with Thenl’s downfall and seek to destroy what the Overlord has built. Will Vaan and Mikayla finally be able to relax or will trouble continue to follow them?
The Overlord’s Heir excerpt:
When Balal returned to the lower level, Vaan cornered him. “How is she?”
His Warlord hesitated and then answered. “Hurt.”
Kavan came up behind him. “She is not pleased you kept this from her.”
Vaan knew that and accepted his actions. “Mikayla would have worried needlessly. I fear carrying our youngling has her judgment absent.”
Kavan folded his arms over his bare chest. “You should confine her to her bed while you are gone.”
Vaan felt a grin tug at his lips. Kavan and Mikayla had come to a mutual agreement between them that neither would discuss with him but Kavan often argued that Mikayla should settle into her role as mate. “You would have her angrier at me before I leave, yes?”
His Warlord cracked a small smile. “It would make watching her easier for Balal and I.”
Vaan grunted. Nothing involving his mate was easy. “Mikayla is not a Kabanian woman. Best we all accept and remember this then move forward.” He faced Balal. Mikayla’s favorite among his Warlords. “You will not allow her to endanger herself.”
“As you command, Overlord.”
Balal’s agreement came instantly but Vaan had witnessed Mikayla work around the youth in the past. “Have Assa help you if necessary.” Assa and Mikayla grew up together. His mate maintained a close relationship with all of her people due to her parents going to the Hills while she was a youngling but she was closest to Assa, Sera and Vesa. The house servants would be sure to keep an eye on Mikayla.
Balal ran a hand through his dark shoulder length hair and shifted his weight. “Assa no longer gives me her confidence.”
Vaan raised a brow at this news but Kavan burst into laughter drawing stares their way. Balal’s cheeks stained red.
“What happened, Warlord?” The Raasa female seemed enamored of Balal and often spent time in his company.
Kavan’s laughter died to chuckles and answered Vaan for Balal. “She is not pleased with his bed play.”
Balal punched Kavan in the chest and stormed from the hall, anger in his steps. Vaan sighed. This he knew something about. Perhaps, he’d offer Balal a hint to ease his way.
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