Now that the bastard child in her womb was gone, nothing stood in the way of her being with Zion—and this time, she'd carry his pup. The thought alone thrilled her. So when Zion stepped closer, Claire lurched forward and threw herself into his arms.
Zion's muscles immediately tensed, his instincts screaming to shove her away. Had she not been the royal princess, she would've been thrown across the room without hesitation.
But Claire, oblivious or simply uncaring, pressed herself against him. She made sure her chest brushed deliberately against his torso, letting him feel every curve of her soft body. Just hours after losing a child, she was already thinking about making a new one—clearly, she didn't want to waste time.
Zion placed his hands firmly on Claire's shoulders and gently pushed her away. "You just lost your baby. Your body's still weak—you need to rest," he said, his tone calm but distant. Then he stepped back, creating space between them like a man retreating from fire.
