Sabrina slides from the bed, the silk sheets falling away from her curves as she saunters toward me. Her fingers trail up my chest, nails grazing my skin.
"Oh please," she smirks. "Let her play her little games with Lucian. While she's learning to hold a sword, I'll be carrying your heir." She presses against me, her body warm and inviting. "The packs don't follow damaged goods, my love. They follow power."
I turn to face her, taking in her perfect features, her knowing smile. This is the woman I chose—the woman I sacrificed everything for. A mate whose ambition matches my own, whose bloodline will strengthen my claim to ultimate power.
"Less than a month until the Convocation," I remind her, though my hands are already sliding down her sides.
Sabrina's eyes flash with wicked delight. "Then we better make every moment count, shouldn't we?" She nips at my jaw, her voice dropping to a whisper as her hand finds my cock and fondles it until it gets hard as rock.
"Now then," she purrs, "shall we get back to ensuring Shadow Ridge's future? After all..." She kisses her way up my neck, each touch a brand. "Practice makes perfect."
As I thrust myself inside her again, I catch our reflection in the window glass—the powerful Alpha and his sexy blonde Luna. This is what winning looks like. This is what I've sacrificed everything for. And soon, with an heir on the way and the Celestial Flame in my grasp, no one—not Lucian, not Talia, not any Alpha at the Convocation—will be able to stand against us.
"Yes," I growl, thrusting harder and harder, “Give it to me, Sabrina.” Harder and harder. “Give me what I want.”