The Blackwood estate smelled of smoke and sin.
Charred pine trees smoldered on the horizon as the first light of dawn bled across the cliffs. The forest — once a proud symbol of pack territory — was scarred with fire and blood. Rival wolves had been driven back, but the cost was real. Three of Damien’s loyal enforcers lay dead. The enemy had retreated… for now.
Inside the master bedroom, the destruction felt far more intimate.
Damien had me on my knees in the center of the bed, ass high, face pressed into the c*m-soaked sheets. My heavily pregnant belly hung low beneath me as he mounted me from behind like a conquering beast, his thick Alpha c**k slamming into my ruined, overflowing cunt with brutal rhythm.
“Fuuuuck — listen to how sloppy this pregnant p***y is,” he snarled, voice raw
