The fire burned low in the hearth, casting a warm, golden glow across the Den. My belly rested low and full, stretched tight with life. Silvery stretch marks traced delicate patterns across the curve. My breasts were heavy and tender, the dark nipples sensitive from earlier attention. The three alphas surrounded me, their presence overwhelming yet comforting. Thorne stood before me, his green eyes dark with possession. He reached down and cupped my chin, tilting my face up so I met his gaze. “Look at what you’ve become,” he said, voice low and rough. “Heavy with our pups. Marked by the bond we share. Kneeling for us because you choose to.” Aurelius moved to my left, his amber eyes glowing in the firelight. He placed a hand on my swollen belly, feeling a strong kick press against his palm. “The blood tie runs deep,” he murmured. “But it is what we’ve built that holds you here. You opened for us completely. You carried our future through war and fear. Now you kneel, willingly, betw
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