Two weeks after the battle, the Blackwood territory was rebuilding, but the scars ran deep.
Burned sections of the forest still smoldered in places. Loyal wolves patrolled the borders with heightened aggression. The pack was united under Damien’s iron rule, but whispers of dissent lingered — fueled by Sophia’s disappearance and her growing network of enemies.
Inside the mansion, the air was thick with the scent of smoke, power, and constant, filthy s*x.
Damien had me in the nesting room again — a luxurious den of soft blankets, his shirts, and my growing collection of pillows. My pregnancy had advanced noticeably; my belly was now large and round, heavy with his pup, my breasts full and sensitive. I was on all fours, ass high, face pressed into a pillow that smelled like him as he mount
