“Kierra,” he said finally, his voice barely a whisper. “You deserve more than this.”
“Maybe,” I replied, my voice trembling. “But you deserve to have an heir, Alpha Damon. And I’d do this for you. I’d do it without asking for anything in return.”
He looked away, his jaw clenched, and I could see the battle raging within him.
“I can’t promise you anything,” he said, his voice low, almost defeated. “I can’t give you what you want, Kierra.”
“I know,” I whispered, feeling a tear slip down my cheek.
There was a long silence between us, the weight of our words settling in the space between us. And then, slowly, he nodded.
“Fine,” he said, his voice barely audible. “If this is what you want… then so be it.”
I nodded, my heart both aching and elated. This wasn’t a fairy-tale ending. There was no promise of love or happily ever after.
HE AGREED. That's all that matters to me. He touched me that night and we had sex. It was urgent but tender and consuming. And my body and heart want it so much.
Our bodies became one, Alpha Damon bit my neck. He marked me, deep and permanent. That mark told the world I was his, and for a while, I let myself believe that he was mine.