The Blackwood estate was under siege.
Not with armies yet — but with shadows. Rival wolves prowled the forest borders. Sabotaged security systems blinked red. And Sophia had vanished into the night after her last threat, taking critical knowledge of the estate’s weaknesses with her.
Damien didn’t care.
He had me pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window in the master bedroom, my swollen pregnant belly pressed to the cold glass overlooking the dark, stormy cliffs. Rain lashed the window as he f****d me from behind with deep, savage strokes.
“f**k yes — take that pregnant cunt, Omega,” he snarled, voice thick with Alpha dominance. His thick c**k slammed into my sloppy, c*m-drenched p***y over and over, the wet plap-plap-plap echoing loudly. “You’re leaking down your thighs like a broken
