All Chapters of Wild Fetish Desires: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

A nurse pressed our baby into her arms, and Ava let out this broken, breathless sound, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Ava's hands trembled as she cradled the tiny bundle close. The baby’s cries softened into little hiccuping whimpers, and she just stared, transfixed, her lips parted in shock. I couldn’t take my eyes off either of them. She was here. The baby was here. And I— I didn’t know what to do with the way my chest felt like it was caving in and expanding all at once. The nurse leaned in, smiling. “Congratulations. You have a daughter.” A daughter. I choked on air. She turned her head slightly, finally looking at me, her eyes wide and swimming with tears. “Wolfe,” she whispered, voice raw. “She’s—she’s ours.” I reached out, my fingers brushing the top of the baby’s head. It was so soft, so impossibly small and then I cupped her cheek, my thumb sweeping away the tears. “Yeah,” I rasped. “She is.” Our daughter. *Ours*. She let out a shuddering breath, he

Salem~ I was only seven years old the first time I saw him. Still young and innocent, my mother had taken me to his mansion. I vividly remember how she looked—wearing a short red dress, cheeks flushed, eyes cast shyly at Mr. Lucian. She didn’t waste a moment pampering me with toys and my favorite sweets before slipping away down a shadowy hallway with him. At the time, I was excited, convinced my mother was simply trying to make me happy, like any loving mom would. But I didn’t realize then how hard she was working to keep me out of the way—distracting me, stalling me—so she could get exactly what she wanted. It didn’t just happen once. Or twice. It was every time we came. She’d take me there, drop me off in the living room with some toys and sweets, kiss my forehead like that made it okay, and then vanish down that dark hallway with him. But I was a kid. I noticed. And one day, I couldn’t help it. Curiosity shoved me off the couch, and I found myself tiptoeing toward that ha