person

me. The man was a beast in bed. That much was certain. There had been no gentleness in him, no restraint-just raw, primal passion that left her feeling like she ha

had only one goal: to get pregnant, give him an heir, and be done with it. That was the deal. That was the p

, she nee

marking her without a mark. The memories of the previous night rushed back, vivid and unrelenting. The way he had laid her down without hesitation, igno

s if he had studied her body in advance and was now claiming every inch of it with expert precision. In those moments, sh

ge wardrobe, she opened the doors and scanned the contents, quickly locating one of Dean's shirts. It looked massive against her frame-he made her seem small, even though she wasn't petit

ersized shirt in hand, trying to shake

it-Mark had done the same in their marriage, disappearing like smoke the moment dawn broke. Still, Dean was nothing

wash him off. She needed to reclaim her body. But no matter how hard she scrubbed, the

hadn't heard in a very long tim

a beast last ni

her eyes. "Malia... you're back!" Her voice trembled as

ok me some time to adjust to your sister's core after ours was t

ean. Our priority must be to give him an heir, as quickly as possible. That's the fastest ro

. The faster we deliver his heir, the

but because she could finally speak to her wolf again-the only one who had truly u

ng mark. There was none. He hadn't marked her. But something else caught her attention-the old mark, the one left by Mark, had vanished

," she whispered. "Let it be gone. Let

her, and even borrowed a pair of his boxers. They were far too big, but she d

lia replied, and they both shared a laugh. I

a single soul until she pushed open a grand set of double doors. The moment she entered, a hush fell over t

ing to eat," she

n, as if she had given a royal command. A w

e've prepared a delicio

widened at the sight-there was enough to feed ten people. She glanced around the room and was met wi

personal maid. We weren't sure how to approach you this morni

. "Yes... thank you," she mumbled, noti

er stomach g

now," Katarina s

. It was a meal fit for royalty. Becca hadn't expected this kind of treatment, especially af

a quiet, dim

r. A woman stood in the center of the room, disheveled and trembling. Her hair was tan

ed gently, but her wo

ice raw with heartbreak. "You want

everything he ever wanted. But no-he rejected me! Said the bond was too strong. That he didn't want to become like his father." Her hands trembled violently. "Now lo

s supposed to mark me. He was supposed to

xing. "Tessa... my daughter. Please, calm y

ya's eyes. A smirk formed on her lips.