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“Yes,” I rasp and tremble in his arms as I climax fiercely, clutching his cock with my pussy. It tightens inextricably and I groan. It’s happening again.
“Jesus,” Sebastian pants in my ear as his rampant thrusts die down as my pussy restricts his movement. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans loudly, which turns into a growl. He knots inside me, firing his seed into my womb and I know. I just know deep down that this is it. Regardless of the barrier the birth control pill has put up, we are creating a baby right now and it feels so right, so pure, I start to cry.
“Baby girl,” he pants, my pussy gripping him so tightly he is going a bit red in the face. “What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I sob my happy tears. “I love you. I love you all.” I cast my glance at the three alphas surrounding us, holding out my hands for them. This is something we should all be a part of. Our family. Our beautiful, perfect family.
ChapterFifty-Three
Sebastian
Fortunately, Faith’s spontaneous heat, along with our rut didn’t last as long as a normal one. Within a few days, we were back to business and resuming our search for her father. Now, four weeks later, we have him.
It’s been a wild goose chase at times, but we haven’t given up. Ben has been relentless in his drive to find answers. He has more blood on his hands than any of us should be comfortable with, but we don’t give a fuck. Now, Oliver is found and on his way back to his family.
Ben, Harvey and I are standing just off the driveway, on the luscious green grass on this beautiful, crisp, sunny day, not a cloud in the azure sky, watching our omega play with Xander in the distance. She is running and he is pretending to chase her. They are laughing and it’s a gorgeous sight.
“Here’s Dad,” I say when I see the black Mercedes pull around the circular drive.
We watch as he climbs out and smiles, joining us on the grass.
“Hey, Dad,” I say after he slaps me on the shoulder. His version of a hug. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, Oliver is on his way.”
I nod and he casts his glance over to Ben. “How’s the hand?”
Ben holds up his injured right hand with a smile. “Fine. Dad says it’s not broken, just bruised.”
“Good, good. I hear the gang member’s face is definitely broken.” He snickers.
Ben snorts. “You could say that. Pity he told us where to find Oliver before I was done with him.”
“Now, now. You know excessive violence isn’t the way we do things.” He says it, but he doesn’t really mean it. It’s his official stance.
“Of course,” Ben murmurs.
“So, that’s Faith,” Dad says, folding his hands behind his back and observing our omega running riot over the grass with Xander.
“Sure is,” I say reverently.
“I can see why you are so tied in knots over her. She is worthy of the St. James name.”
“That and more.”
He tilts his head, eyes still on the gallivanting pair. “She has a way with him, doesn’t she? It’s beautiful to see. I never thought I would see a smile reach his eyes.”
“He responds to her in ways that we have never witnessed before. She is remarkable with him. With all of us.”
“I’m glad you found her. She is young, but she will give you a good family in time.”
Ben, Harvey and I exchange a secretive glance. Faith hasn’t confirmed it yet, but we are all fairly sure she conceived during our mating. We are waiting for her to bring it up, even though it is killing me. I want to shout it from the rooftops. We don’t know for sure it’s mine, but secretly, I think it is. Not that it matters in the long run. Faith has agreed to give us all children and mine will be heir to the St. James pack. Even if she’s a girl. I don’t care how that will work, but that’s the way it is. It has gone down my bloodline for generations and will continue to do so. My father passed the pack to me five years ago and we haven’t felt complete until Faith came into our lives. We adore her, would do anything for her and she is finally starting to let us.
“Are you going to tell her the whole story?” Dad asks.
I nod slowly. “We haven’t yet decided when, but we will have to tell her that Pete was definitely behind getting Oliver abducted and imprisoned so that he could take over his life. Fucking prick. I can’t believe he applied for Oliver’s job the day he was declared dead. Arsehole,” I growl, “What kind of deluded fucker was he and how jealous he was of Oliver and being passed over by Anne all those years ago when she found her mate in Oliver. It’s sick.”
“And it’s something we are taking very seriously,” Dad says. “This type of behaviour in our community is not going to be tolerated. I just hope that Pete turns up so he can face his trial.”
