At lastIhad to admitIwas defeated—ifIwas going to get pregnant with his baby, there was no stopping it now.AndIwould have to live for the next few days with the breeding bump making me look slightly pregnant until all of his cream absorbed into my body and my belly went down on its own naturally.
I climbed out of the shower and dried off—being extra gentle asIpatted the area between my legs dry.Iwas tender there—sore in a wayInever had been afterCartertook me.
I wanted desperately to lay down—even for a minute—butIrealized that ifIdid,Imight never get up again.Ididn’t know how many of thePackAlphasKor’sBeastmight have killed but sooner or later, who ever was left was going to come looking for him and it stood to reason thatWolvertonManorwas where they would search.
I had to get out of here andIhad to do it as soon as possible.
I got dressed quickly in one of my roomier dresses and grabbed my purse and keys.Mysuitcase was already packed in the corner of the bedroom.Istood in the doorway for a moment, looking at it and the rumpled bed with tears in my eyes.
I don’t want to go!Myheart sobbed.Idon’t want to go without him!
But what choice didIhave?WherewasKor?Washe even still alive?
I didn’t know.I’dheard plenty of gunshots along with the screaming and ripping sounds under the trees.Hemight be dead, for allIknew.AndthoughIwishedIwas one of those brave heroines you read about in romance novels that grab a gun and go out to rescue their man,Iwasn’t.
I had no idea how to use a gun and there wasn’t one in the house, even ifIhad known how to use it.Carterhad quite a collection before he died, butIhad sold it along with some of the other things he collected—I’djust wanted to purge the house of him.NowIwished thatI’dkept just one—maybe the revolver he was so proud of.
But even ifI’dhad it,Ididn’t the first thing about loading it—let alone firing.I’dprobably shoot my own foot off.
Even ifIwas armed to the teeth, though,Iwould be outnumbered many times over ifIwent back to theMoonGrove.Iknew thatKorwouldn’t want that—he wouldn’t want me to end my own life whenIhad no chance of saving his.
So though it hurt every part of me,Itook my suitcase and left the house.Idrove theMustang—which had become my favorite car of the onesCarterhad left—down the winding roads.IleftWolvertonManorandBlackridgeand thePackall behind.
AndIleftKortoo.
I cried asIwent, the tears rolling down my cheeks and wetting the top of my dress in an endless stream.ButIleft just the same.Imight have new life growing inside me and even ifIdidn’t,Iwanted to live…thoughIhad no idea whatIwould be living for withKorgone.
I was heading towards a new, uncertain future andIhad no idea what it held for me.Ionly knew it would feel empty and sterile without my mate.
FIFTY-THREE
KOR
By the timeIgot back to theManorthe next morning, she was gone.
I was immediately relieved…and then deeply ashamed.Buthow couldIface her now?
I’d woken up in theMoonGladewith another pounding headache from being drugged.Therewas a tranquilizer dart still sticking out of my shoulder as well as some bullet wounds that were already mostly healed.Ipulled out the dart and threw it away.ThenIlooked around.
Bodies…bodies and blood everywhere.Itwas massacre—a slaughter.
AndIhad been the one doing the slaughtering.OrmyBeasthad—which was the same thing.
But asIsearched my alter-ego’s hazy memories of the night before,Irealized that wasn’t the only thing myBeasthad done.
I rememberedVivienneon her hands and knees, trembling beneath his bulk as he plowed into her.Iheard her thin, breathless cries…the way she begged and pleaded and didn’t dare to run away.Theway she was pinned beneath him as he savaged her, thrusting over and over into her pussy—forcing orgasm after orgasm from her unwilling body until he pumped her full of his cum—ourcum.
He even sealed her shut and gave her a breeding belly—the final disgrace—a mark of ownership no otherWerewho saw her could mistake as anything else but the sign that she had been bred inFurForm.
Guilt and shame flooded me, making me stagger and fall to my knees in the middle of the carnage.Thefact thatIhad killed half theBlackridgePackpaled in comparison to whatIhad done to the womanIloved.
I had hurt her and betrayed her in the worst way possible—Ihad taken her when she wasn’t ready or willing.HowwasIany better than myUncleCarternow?Infact,Iwas worse.Ihad let myBeastuse her and abuse her even after promising herIwould never even let him come near her.
She must hate me now,Ithought.AndIthought it again whenIsaw she had leftWolvertonManorwithout me.
There was no note—no sign of any kind that she wanted me to follow.Onlythe fact that her suitcase and purse and theMustangwere gone let me know she’d made it safely away.
Some people think it’s unmanly to cry, butIdidn’t give a damn about that.Iwalked from room to room, my eyes stinging asIremembered the few, brief weeks we’d shared together—the incredible joy and loveIknewI’dnever feel again for any other woman.
