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manhood in her mouth, the pair of them were sealed together in an erotically softened cloud of peace. Naya drifted in an emotional and physical euphoria.

The tattered edges caused by the flogging and his sharp anger blurred. He trusted her. Wanted her. Would never leave her. Was lodged in the deepest part of her being.

He turned them a little, but let her do as she wished, using the position to get his mouth where he wanted it. The heat of the ginger had faded with all the wet of her slick, but her tissues still felt the leftover urgency of the ordeal.

With long strokes of his tongue, he sought her stressed and aching nerve-endings. Somehow without triggering the intense desire always banked beneath the surface of her skin, he tended to her. Pacified her. Serviced her.

His cock in her mouth, tangled up with him body and soul, Naya drifted away.

Epilogue

Naya steadied herself with Monster's strength when stepped out of their transport at the rear entrance of her childhood home, the movement making her dizzy. The building, identical to all the others on this street, looked no different now than when she had lived here. It was clean and orderly, with not a blade of grass out of place.

Monster pulled her to his front and draped one arm across her shoulders and against her breasts, resting his hand on the bulge of her belly. The high, ball-like feel of her tummy made her clumsy, but she was so proud of the baby inside her. She wasn't going to allow the difficulties of pregnancy to take away from the joy of it.

Having left the transport first, Alreck moved to Monster's right. Already flanking them were the two other guards they'd brought. Outside the tower, Naya always had extra guards, Monster had no issues with demanding extra eyes and bodies for her protection.

If the world didn't stop spinning, Monster would carry her in rather than letting her walk. She'd asked him not to do that today. He'd contemplated her request wordlessly, eyes shining. The man would do whatever he pleased.

What pleased him suited Naya, for the most part, since her alpha loved to make her happy. His restraint relied entirely on her behavior. Although she'd been looking forward to this reunion for weeks, she wanted to make a good impression. She wanted her family to see her joy.

The back door slammed opened and her three youngest brothers rushed out like wildlings, yelling her name. Alreck and the two other alphas who flanked them tensed at the unexpected rush. Naya saw the guards twitch toward their swords before blessedly realizing the immature alphas were no threat.

Then the boys were right in front of her, gaping at Monster, stopped by his imposing presence. Separated by just a few years, they looked like triplets, the oldest being just a tad shorter than the youngest.

They'd known who Monster was and the kind of alpha he was. All the family did. But knowing of him was different than meeting him.

She could see the way they took in his features, his claws, his presence. He didn't have to push his alpha will on anyone. The aura of it emanated from him in a wide circle.

Monster offered a look of indifference in return.

She tried to go to them for hugs, but Monster’s arm across her body barred her path. Her father, followed by Mother, Phee, and one of her older brothers, left the house at a less exuberant pace.

This meeting had been a worry in the back of her mind for weeks, enough that Monster had threatened not to bring her here. He had needed to meet with his own father and older brother, Constantine Kane, on neutral territory, but it didn't have to be at her parents' house.

But Naya wanted to reassure her mother that she was all right. She wanted to show off her mate to Phee and her brothers. And she thought Monster was more the type of man her father would have chosen for her, a strong alpha of influence rather than one still close to boyhood.

Having felt insecure most of her life in this home, some of her feelings of inadequacy returned. Every inhale filled her lungs with the air of the past.

Pale, with swollen eyes and lips pinched tight, her mother met them looking like she had risen from her sick bed to come outside. What would her mother's assessment of the cheerful couple be?

Mother's obsessive desire for perfection had been worrying Naya. As