“Don’t stop,” Hilda whimpers, too far gone to process what they’re saying. “Still need…heat’s not over…”
“We’re not stopping,” I promise. “Going to keep filling you. Keep breeding you. Make sure those pups stick.”
* * *
Her heat lasts two more days. Two more days of constant knotting, filling, breeding.
But she’s different now. No more fighting.
“More,” she begs as Baylin fucks her. “Don’t ever stop. Keep me full…”
“Shh,” he soothes, even as he’s driving into her, eyes wild. “We’ve got you.”
* * *
When her heat finally breaks, she collapses against me, utterly destroyed.
“Is it over?” she whispers.
“It’s over,” I confirm, stroking her hair. “You did so well, omega.”
“I fought you,” she replies quietly, uncertainty in her voice.
“You did,” Callum agrees. He winks. “Made it more fun.”
Hilda lets out a tired laugh, then she’s already drifting off, exhausted.
We settle around her…keeping her warm, safe, protected.
Eleven
Hilda
I wake slowly, every muscle in my body aching in the most thorough way possible.
My heat finally broke sometime during the night. I can tell because the insane, clawinghungeris gone. In its place is a bone-deep warmth and exhaustion that makes me want to sleep for a week.
I’m surrounded by warmth. Baylin’s on one side, Callum’s sprawled on my other side, Arkan’s head on my belly, their hands all over my body even in sleep.
My pack. My mates.
The bond in my chest hums contentedly, stronger than ever after days of constant claiming.
I shift slightly and immediately regret it. I’m so fuckingsore. Everywhere. I grin to myself.
It was perfect. Exactly what I needed.
My hand drifts to my stomach, and I pause.
They said I’m pregnant.
Can I feel it? Is there a difference in me?
I don’t know. But the thought makes warmth bloom in my chest. Their pups. Growing inside me. Our family.
“You’re thinking loud again,” Baylin murmurs against my neck.
I giggle, guess that’s the new me now.
