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The way her body turns black and blue from my hands. Her unfiltered screams of agony echoing around her cell. She calls me a monster, but deep down, she craves the depravity only I can give her. It’s clear from the carnage she’s caused already– I turned her into a monster, too.

When she is back in my possession, I’m going to enjoy every second of rebreaking her. Of watching my men defile and degrade every inch of her. Until all the fight leaves her body, like shattered glass scattered on the floor. She will beg harder than she ever did before.

I grip my cock through my slacks at the thought. Tears will streak her creamy cheeks as I take away her ability to breathe with my cock buried deep in her throat. But I won’t come in her mouth.

No.

My little wolf knows the only place my come goes is buried deep inside her tight cunt. And only my come. I might let my men use her, but they don’t get that privilege. It’s all mine.

Her cunt is mine.

She is mine.

Chapter 43

My daughter is alive.

She is alive.

And she is also their sister.

Royal’s words repeat over and over in my head as I stare into his raging, icy blue eyes. His hands caress my face softly while Alek trails his up and down my back soothingly.

Their combined touches help calm my racing heart and erratic breathing. I can see Maddox pacing back and forth by the bed, his hands in his hair as he tries to process this new information.

“Doc was telling the truth. If I would have just listened to him…” I trail off, struggling to calm my racing thoughts as they whirl through my mind like a rampant tornado.

“You didn’t know, baby. It doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that your daughter is alive. Em… Emera, she is alive. We will save her,” Alek says.

“How?” I ask once I’m sure my voice won’t crack under the emotion threatening to pull me under. I don’t have to elaborate. They seem to know I don’t just mean how are we going to save her or how is my daughter alive. I want to know how my daughter is their sister.

“When King brought her home, he told us her mother was a junkie who died of an overdose. We didn’t even question if it was the truth– we just took her in as our sister, no questions asked.”

I guess when I think about it, she is their sister regardless. They share a father, even if they are adopted and she is King's blood child.

“Oh my god,” I breathe out at the revelation. “She is his heir.”

Each of them tense at my statement. Everything makes much more sense now. The doctor’s visits, the things he would say he needed from me.

I thought I ended up pregnant by mistake, but I should have realized sooner this was the entire reason he kept me locked up. He needed a blood heir. It doesn’t answer the burning question I’ve asked myself a million times since he kidnapped me, though.

Why me?

Why did it have to be me? What importance do I hold to him? This raises a new question in my mind that I didn’t even think about– Why didn’t he kill me after I gave him what he wanted?

“Well, that explains the things that never added up,” Maddox says when he finally stops pacing and moves to kneel in front of me, too.

He reaches out, twirling a stray curl in his finger. I can see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to piece together the puzzle with these new pieces we’ve uncovered.

“From what I have pieced together, your escape lines up with when we tried to take Em from King. He must have realized he needed to hide his heir and faked her death to explain why you couldn’t see her anymore,” he says, giving me an apologetic look as if they are the reason I lost my daughter.

“You are not to blame for any of this,” I tell him, grabbing his hand and giving a reassuring squeeze. I don’t blame them.

This is his fault.

King is the catalyst behind every ounce of my pain and suffering. My mind turns murderous when I think about the terror on my little girl's face in that picture.

“Can I see it again?”

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