The Blackwood estate was a powder keg wrapped in silk and marble.
Two days until the blood challenge in the sacred fighting pit. Two days until Damien would face Viktor Kane in a fight to the death for pack leadership… and for me.
The mansion thrummed with tension. Distant howls from rival wolves echoed through the ancient forest every night, growing bolder. Damien’s loyal wolves patrolled the borders, but the scent of coming violence hung thick in the air.
Damien found me in the nesting room he had prepared — a luxurious den in the heart of the master suite filled with his shirts, soft blankets, and my growing collection of pillows. My pregnant belly was now prominently rounded, heavy with his pup, and my body ached constantly with the need to be filled.
He didn’t speak. He simply str
