Sheikh's Baby Of Revenge
He ruthlessly seduced her…Now he’ll steal her to keep his heir!Seeking revenge for his royal family’s rejection, warrior sheikh Adir seduces his brother’s innocent fiancée! But when he returns to steal Amira from the altar he discovers their illicit encounter has left her pregnant. Secluded in the desert, longing soon consumes them. But Adir’s baby must be legitimate—and he’ll claim his heir with a vow!
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He ruthlessly seduced her...
Now heâll steal her for his heir!
Seeking revenge for his royal familyâs rejection, warrior sheikh Adir seduces his brotherâs innocent fiancée! But when he returns to steal Amira from the altar, he discovers their illicit encounter left her pregnant. Secluded in the desert, longing soon consumes them. But Adirâs baby must be legitimateâand heâll claim his with a vow!
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07238-0
SHEIKHâS BABY OF REVENGE
© 2018 Tara Pammi
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
âIâM ADIR AL-ZABAH, Your Highness, Sheikh of the Dawab and Peshani tribes.â
He had no respect for the old king, for a man who subjugated and forced a womanâa weaker beingâto bend to his will.
But Adir added a half bow to his greeting. Savage though he might be in comparison to the royal siblings Princes Zufar and Malak and Princess Galila, he knew customs and traditions.
Adir Al-Zabah stared at King Tariq of Khalia, watching like a hawk that soared the vast expanse of his desert abode, waiting for a flicker of recognition in the sorrow-filled eyes.
It was sorrow he recognized, wretched and absoluteâsomething he had spied in his own reflection since he had heard the news of Queen Namaniâs death.
The genuine quality of it shocked himâone glimpse into King Tariqâs eyes was enough to understand that he had loved his wife.
Any sympathy Adir might have felt died under the resentment festering in his veins. He himself had not even been granted the right to mourn her publicly, the opportunity to honor her with the last rites.
Heâd been denied the chance to set eyes on her even once in his life.
His last blood connection, gone in the flicker of a sunset. There would be no more letters telling him he was cherished, reminding him of the place he had left unclaimed for so long.
He was finally, completely alone in the world.
And all because of this king.
While King Tariq stared back at him with confusion clouding his eyes, one of the princes moved forward, blocking the sight of the old kingâs bowed form, as if to shield the pitiful sight of his father from Adirâs eyes.
âIâm Crown Prince Zufar. If you have come to pay your final respects to Queen Namani, to pledge your allegiance to King Tariqââ Zufarâs words were filled with a resentment that mirrored Adirâs own, making Adir frown ââthen consider it acknowledged.â
