The Council didn’t wait the full seven days.
They arrived at dawn on the fourth day — a convoy of black SUVs tearing up the long driveway, flanked by armed wolves from neutral packs. The ancient Blackwood estate, still scarred from the previous battles, now faced its most dangerous threat yet: not blades or claws, but law and politics.
Damien stood on the grand marble steps like a king ready for war, shirtless, blood from a fresh border skirmish still streaking his powerful chest. His silver-threaded dark hair was tousled, bourbon eyes glowing with barely-leashed Alpha fury.
I stood beside him, heavily pregnant and barely dressed in a sheer black gown that clung to my swollen belly and full breasts. Fresh c*m still leaked slowly down my inner thighs from the intense breeding he had give
