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I look up and find Aspyn staring at me, watching. As soon as I make eye contact, she smiles.

“We will always be on your side. And we will give you anything you need.”

She nods.

Keagan forces his way inside me. I arch, howling from the pain but the fullness. He’s ruthless, and when he starts fucking me, it’s everything I need.

The sound of his body clapping against mine, the stretch, the burn. His balls smashing against mine.

My cock aches, I need to come. I’m desperate for it, but Keagan just keeps pounding away, his whole body covering mine. He wraps his arms under my shoulders and drags himself up into me.

Every time I look up, Aspyn is there, watching with a soft smile. Saying words that heal, words that lead me back.

I’m a sobbing mess on the floor when Keagan does something unthinkable. He presses that hard ridge of flesh against my tight ring, presses harder, and thrusts, grinds, and, suddenly, his knot slips inside me.

I roar.

My toes curl, I can’t breathe, I thrust against the marble, soaking it in cum. His teeth are in my neck, holding me still, keeping me safe. Letting me fall apart. Letting me shatter.

And then he comes, marking my insides, making me his.

When I look up, I find the entire pack standing around our omega, watching us. And Keagan’s soft caress that promises everything will be okay.

Chapter forty-one

Aspyn

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I keep my head down and ignore the kids who race along beside me, calling out.

With any luck, today, it will just be words they throw at me. Yesterday, it was rubbish. The day before, it was a rotten tomato.

I don’t want them to see that what they are doing is having an effect. I don’t want them to know that I’m biting back tears and struggling to breathe.

That children are terrifying.

I limp faster and wish that I hadn’t been so damn prideful. My father always said pride comes before a fall.

I don’t have my cane, and I’m not steady. I know it. The muscles are still tight from the heat I spent with Pack Daane.

One of the kids charges me, and I step back too quickly. My leg buckles, and I go down in a groaning heap. The cackles and malicious laughter of the kids explodes around me, but I don’t look up.

The problem with falling is once I’m down here, getting up again is incredibly hard. I struggle into a sit and try to find a position where I’ll be able to propel myself back up the rest of the way.

All around me are people standing at a safe distance, watching. Like I’m this cosmic joke. Even amongst the outcasts, I’m the worst.

I shove myself up, biting my lip against the pain, and stagger, only just keeping my balance, but it’s a near thing, and I can’t move yet.

Even though there’s a car behind me, I can’t move. And my stuff is on the ground.

I let out a low whine of distress. Perhaps I can. No, I can’t afford to leave it. I crouch down and grab as much as I can, shoving it into my bag, and then, with a superhuman effort that leaves me seeing spots, I stand up again.

The car honks, and I turn slightly, looking in the window. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.

“Asypn?”

“Keagan?” I gasp in relief.

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