Her Prince's Secret Son. Линда Гуднайт

      Aleks took both her elbows and turned her to face him. He stared at her long and hard and without mercy. She swallowed, the sound loud in a room where only the breath of a small boy and his incessant machinery broke the silence.

      His fingers tightened. “So does yours.”

      She frowned, puzzled. An erratic beat of something she couldn’t name started deep inside, shouting a warning that she did not comprehend.

      “My son?” she asked, voice trembling with dread. “What do you mean?” And how did he know? How could he possibly know about her son? About their son?

      Aleks’s black eyes held hers as if peering into her soul. Then slowly, slowly, they slid away to the sleeping child.

      In a voice of ice and steel, he said, “Meet Nico, or as he is officially known, Crown Prince Domenico Emmanuel Lucian d’Gabriel…the child you abandoned.”

      Every ounce of strength left Sara’s body. Her knees buckled. And the world went black.

      Chapter Three

      PRINCE ALEKSANDRE STOOD beside Sara’s bed waiting for her to regain consciousness. The fainting spell had come as a surprise. One minute she’d been staring at him in horror and the next she’d crumpled like tissue paper.

      He was still pondering the meaning of her reaction.

      In an effort not to disturb Nico, he’d swept her into his arms and carried her here to the guest wing. Halfway to the suite, he’d been tempted to hand her off to one of the guards trailing them. Not because she was too heavy. She weighed nothing. But because the feel of her curves pressed against him stirred more than memories.

      Now as he glared down at her, willing her to awaken, he couldn’t help noticing the way her red hair spilled over the white pillow like fire on snow. Nor could he miss the gentle curve of her mouth or the tiny scar above her lip that he’d once found particularly tasty.

      She moaned softly. He steeled himself with a stern reminder than his attraction to this woman had already cost him enough.

      She opened her eyes and looked around, her expression clouded. He waited, silent while she regained her bearings.

      With a gasp of awareness, she sat up.

      Aleks pressed her back. “Lie still. You’ve had a shock.”

      She slapped at him. “Get your hands off me.”

      In a flurry of movement the two bodyguards flanked him, hands on their weapons. He waved them off. “Leave us.”

      “But Your Majesty—”

      “Leave us. This woman poses no threat.” At least not physically.

      Sara swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. “That’s what you think.”

      Had this been another woman or another time, Aleks would have laughed. Sara barely came to his chin and even with fists tight at her sides and eyes shooting sparks, she was no match for his size and strength.

      The guards looked from Sara to Aleks, ever vigilant, but they followed his command and backed from the room. He knew very well they were both standing with ears pressed against the closed door, anxious because he was out of their sight with a fiery woman.

      The moment they disappeared, Sara stormed toward him, long hair flying wildly around her shoulders. “Is Nico my son? Are you telling me the truth?”

      “Nico is my son and mine alone. You gave him away.”

      All of the fight went out of her. Her shoulders slumped. She pressed both hands to her stomach and bent forward so that Aleks wondered if she might faint again. He started to her but stopped when she groaned. “Oh, God, I did. I gave him away.”

      This was the truth he’d dreaded hearing but the truth as he already knew it. Though he’d loved this woman, he’d never really known what she was capable of until she had abandoned their child.

      “Did you hate me that much, Sara?”

      He hadn’t intended to ask the question nor to sound quite as vulnerable as he feared he did.

      “I never hated you, Aleks. I loved you.” Disturbingly haunted eyes implored him. “I longed for you.”

      He glanced away. “You will forgive me if I don’t believe that.”

      “You promised to come back. I waited.”

      His lips curled in distaste. “Not for long.”

      “I was pregnant with your child, alone, scared out of my mind, with no means of support. What was I supposed to do?”

      Not sell my son to the highest bidder, he thought. If not for the queen’s intervention, someone else would have paid the price for the handsome male child with royal bloodlines, though another family would not have known the boy was a crown prince, and the prince of Carvainia would never have had a son and an heir. The fury of that near disaster raced through his blood with the sting of alcohol on an open wound.

      Seething, he turned his back to stare blindly at a dressing table littered with feminine jars and a silver hand mirror. “The past does not matter to me. You do not matter to me.”

      “Then why did you bring me here after all this time? To punish me? To let me know how much you despise me for putting our son up for adoption?”

      “I never wanted you involved in his life. Let me make that clear.” Slowly, he pivoted, jaw tight enough to crack a bone. “You are here because I had no other choice.”

      She didn’t need to know about the stir her presence had caused, both among the staff and within the royal family. As it was, the queen had taken to her bed with a migraine the moment Sara Presley entered the castle. He regretted that deeply.

      Without his mother’s help and guidance during that terrible time five years ago, he wasn’t sure he could have survived. First, he’d lost his father. Then an old enemy, the greedy king of Perseidia had perceived a weakness in the new Carvainian government and had invaded their northern borders. Like the warriors of old and as he’d been trained, he’d led his men into battle and had come out the victor. But at what price? Wounded, and heartsick at the loss of fine young men, he’d been further shattered by the news that his former love had given birth to his son and was offering the baby to the highest bidder.

      Though the queen had expressed serious doubt, Aleks was convinced the child was his. Sara had been an innocent when they’d first come together, so shy and eager and loving. He could not imagine her with another man.

      She’d likely had several men by now, but he refused to care.

      “How did you learn about the baby?” she asked. “How did he get here?”

      “Money and power have their advantages.”

      “Why didn’t you contact me? Where were you?”

      “At war, fighting for my country’s independence where I belonged.” He chopped the air in impatience. “None of this matters anymore, Sara.”

      “It matters to me! I’ve missed four years of my baby’s life, four years of wondering if the wealthy family that adopted him loves him, wondering if he’s all right. Then suddenly I’m whisked away from America without explanation to discover he’s been here with you all along. Why have you contacted me now when you didn’t then?”

      Aleks grabbed her arm and stared down into her face with all the will he had inside him.

      “Let me explain as clearly as I know how.” He swallowed, hating the words to come. “Nico…is dying.”

      “No!” Sara shrank away from him, a hand to her throat. “Please no.”

      The stark despair in her expression would have shaken him had he not been braced for it. She had ignored her child since birth. A pained cry