The cold mountain air rushed into my lungs as I desperately tried to pull the torn fabric of my dress back over my trembling thighs. My hands shook as I reached out, grasping the rough edges of the hand-carved oak cradles Varg had been building for our unborn babies.
I wanted to hide, to shield my ruined, leaking body from the cold, clinical gaze of the Beta. But Varg had absolutely no intention of letting me go. The moment I tried to cover myself, his brutal, heavy hands locked around my waist with bruising force. With a low, territorial growl that vibrated straight through my core, he yanked me right back onto his rigid, rock-hard length, deliberately pinning me against his chest as if displaying his ultimate possession.
"Garm is here..." I whispered, my face burning with a mixture of raw shame and lingering arousal, my pulse still hammering against my throat. His thick warmth inside me was a heavy reminder of my complete submission.
