The sacred amphitheater reeked of blood, sweat, and s*x.
The full moon bathed the ancient stone in crimson light as the surviving Blackwood wolves roared in renewed loyalty. Bodies of traitors and rival wolves lay scattered across the ground like broken offerings. Damien Blackwood stood victorious in the center, blood dripping from his claws, chest heaving, eyes glowing with primal triumph.
I knelt at his feet, naked and trembling, my heavily pregnant belly resting on my thighs, thick rivers of his c*m still leaking from my ruined cunt onto the cold stone. The entire pack had just watched their Alpha publicly breed me like a prize — claiming me in the most primal way possible.
But the victory felt hollow.
Damien pulled me up, one strong arm wrapping around my waist, the other possessiv
