Page 162 of Knot Heirs: Serenity's Reign

Lucian reached around to rub her clit. “Come, baby. Let go. Let us feel you.”

She sobbed around Ronan’s cock, the scream torn from her throat swallowed by his length. Her orgasm ripped through her, shattering everything. Her body convulsed, milking them, dragging them with her.

Lucian cursed and came deep in her ass, his knot swelling.

Darius followed with a roar, knotting her pussy, his seed sealing the bond.

Ronan’s cock twitched in her mouth, and he came with a growl, his fingers gripping her hair as he spilled down her throat.

She swallowed greedily, held tightly between them all, every inch of her filled, knotted, claimed.

And in that moment?—

They weren’t just her Alphas.

They were her pack.

Her mates.

And she… she was theirs.

Forever.

EPILOGUE: MAY YOUR REIGN BEGIN

~SERENITY~

FIVE DAYS LATER…

It had beenfive days since Serenity's first heat broke.

The cabin—secluded deep in the evergreens of Mordan’s northern forest—had become their sanctuary. The air smelled like pine and snow, the sun barely peeking through the overcast sky, and inside the high-end modern safehouse, it smelled like them.

Musk. Bond. Sex. Home.

The heat had left its mark—not just in scent, but bruises. Marks of teeth and nails and knots. Serenity’s body still hummed from the memory of it. Her Alphas? Wrecked in the best ways.

“You think she’ll ever let us recover?” Ronan muttered, leaning against the marble kitchen counter shirtless, abs faintly bruised, bite marks peppering his throat and shoulder.

“She marked you like a damn trophy,” Lucian said with a smirk, limping slightly as he sipped his coffee. “You should’ve seen your face during round… what was it, nine?”

“Twelve,” Darius corrected, adjusting the ice pack on his thigh. “And she nearly snapped my wrist when she flipped me over that last time.”

“I couldn’t have been that bad,” Serenity said from the couch, where she sat wrapped in one of Ronan’s oversized hoodies, legs curled beneath her. Her voice held disbelief… and a hint of pride.

All three men turned to look at her like she’d sprouted horns.

“You made Ronan beg,” Lucian deadpanned.

“I don’t beg,” Ronan snapped.

“She made you whimper.”

Darius, ever composed, just lifted his brow.

“My left thigh may never walk the same.”

Serenity flushed.

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