One week.
That was all the time the Council had given Damien before they would demand blood tests on the pup — tests that could prove the child carried the rare, powerful Omega gene from Sophia’s late mother. If confirmed, they threatened to remove me from the pack entirely, placing both me and the unborn child under Council protection to “prevent further corruption of bloodlines.”
The threat hung over the estate like a guillotine.
Damien’s response was pure Alpha fury mixed with unrelenting lust.
He found me in the nesting den that evening, the room heavy with his scent and soft blankets. I was on my side, heavily pregnant belly resting on a pile of pillows, when he stormed in, eyes glowing gold with barely-contained rage.
Without a word, he stripped, climbed onto the bed, and pulled
