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I soon see fucking stars, screaming out his name as my whole body tightens, and then liquefies with my release. He gives one final, punishing thrust, as if he's trying to impregnate me right now, finding his own climax with a deafening roar.

“Good girl,” he says, voice breathy as he pats my arse like a fucking dog.

I’d snap like one, too, you know, if I hadn’t just been fucked to within an inch of my life. So I just huff as he pulls out, feeling some of his cum slide out of me. He notices, a growl of what sounds like approval leaving his throat, then I feel his fingers push it back inside my abused pussy, as if he can’t bear for any of his essence to leave my body.

I know that maybe I should take him to task over his alpha bullshit. But I know that he needs control right now, and I am more than willing to give it to him. It’s a part of who Ash is, and I love all of him, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. It’s the reason that I heave myself up on shaky legs, turning to face him and wrapping my arms around his sweat slicked chest.

It’s the reason why I kiss the side of his neck and whisper gently in his ear.

“The next baby can be yours, my love.”

His whole body shakes, his arms banding around me in a steel like grip as he buries his face into my hair, inhaling deeply and pulling me so close that it’s difficult to know where I finish and he begins.

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The others come down just as I step out of the shower, each placing a kiss on my damp head as I pass them on my way back upstairs to get dressed. Deciding to go with comfy, it is Sunday after all, I throw on some loose wine red harems, and a new mustard yellow t-shirt that has a picture of a vintage rainbow with ‘Bookish Vibes’ in seventies bubble font on the front.

I pause as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, turning to the side to admire my little bump. My hands come to cup my stomach, in a move that I’m sure so many women have made before me.

“You’re such a MILF, Pretty Girl,” Loki drawls from the doorway, and I chuckle as he walks towards me, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

He places his hands on top of mine, our fingers interlacing as we hold my stomach. I watch in the mirror as numerous emotions flit across his features as he regards our hands.

“I’m scared, Loki,” I confess in a whisper, his eyes coming up to meet mine. “Not of giving birth really, but, shit. We’re just kids, and with everything going on with Black Knight…”

His arms tighten around me.

“I swear to you, Lilly, I will never let anything happen to you. Or our child,” he vows, his emerald eyes almost glowing with his conviction. “And as for the other thing, yes we’re young. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. But I know that you will make an incredible mother. After all, you’re able to love the four of us assholes.” A choked laugh escapes me as tears fill my eyes. “And there are five of us, five people to love the shit out of this baby. And that’s all it really needs. Our love.”

He pulls me closer as tears drip down my face. I’m so sad for him, for this beautiful boy who was missing the one thing he really needed growing up.

“You know, you’re kind of wise sometimes, Loki,” I tell him, sniffling. He turns me in his arms, wiping my face with his sleeve.

“Not just a pretty face,” he tells me, winking. “Kai said we need to start carrying around tissues, you cry so often at the moment.” He chuckles, causing more tears to fall even as I huff out a laugh.

“Fucking hormones,” I reply, making him chuckle.

“Come on, baby mama.” He takes me by the hand, and we start to walk out of the room. “Let’s get you something to eat. Kai is making some bacon, eggs, and pancakes.”

After eating a delicious breakfast/brunch we decide to all go for a walk, as it’s a gorgeous spring day. Heading out of the dorm, we make our way downstairs only to see the whole place littered with white pieces of paper.

I get a sinking feeling in my stomach, a shiver coming over my skin despite the sun streaming in through the huge windows. Highgate is nothing if not spotlessly clean, so this must be purposeful. Although I’m still surprised that the admin staff haven’t cleaned it up yet.

Loki bends down to pick up one of the papers, his face going pale as his eyes flit back and forth reading what’s on the page.

“Ash…” he says in a tight voice, looking up with a haunted look in his eyes.

He hands the page to Ash, Kai and Jax reaching down to grab their own copies.

“Fuck!” Jax snarls, just as Ash crumples the page in his fist, a flush creeping over his cheeks.

“What?” I ask, my heart pounding as I look at their faces, full of anger and devastation. “What is it? Tell me, please.”

Kai hands me his copy, his eyes so sad behind his glasses that moisture stings my own. Looking down, my throat goes dry, my breath stilling as I read what’s on the page in front of me.

It’s a letter, addressed to Ash in a messy scrawl. The paper shakes the more I read, tears falling down my cheeks as Luc’s final words swim before me.

Dear Ash,

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