Page 239 of Filthy Royal

The cuffs snapped.

Within the next heartbeat, she was in his arms and on her back, her body pinned beneath his. “Say it again.”

“You knocked me up.” Scarlett raised her hips. Rubbed her tight nipples against his chest, her voice teasing. “It’s still very early, but in a little while, there’ll be a mini-Damien running around wreaking havoc like his father, so we’d better make the most of now.”

A family of his own. A youngling to protect alongside his prime omega. Everything he’d always wanted.

He drew in a slow breath, his throat tight. “I waited for you, baby. Only you would do. No one else.” His scarred hand covered her belly. “And I’ve come so close to losing you so many times.” His voice shook. “Thank you for being strong enough to fight for us. For showing me your colors and your strength and just how beautiful this galaxy can be. Thank you for this too.”

“Always and forever.”

He took her mouth.

Knock. Knock.

“Go away.”

An annoyed groan, one he recognized. Then a muttered, “They’re at it again.”

“Yes, we are, Maddox,” he yelled toward the door. “So go the hells away.”

Scarlett giggled.

“With pleasure, big brother. I just need another override code for the containment pod. The code you gave me didn’t work, and Anya’s refusing to come out.”

Damien stilled. “Refusing?”

“Not even answering the door.” Maddox sounded exasperated. “I didn’t know she had it in her to be silent for this long.”

Damien and Scarlett exchanged a look.

They were both up and dressed in a heartbeat.

The door slid open, catching Maddox mid-crunch, something purple in his mouth. “What in the hells?”

Damien didn’t bother answering.

He shoved past his brother and charged down the hall; his fingers flew over the locked door panel of the containment pod.

The door slid open.

Empty.

Worse, the comms his sister was supposed to wear around her wrist so she could reach her brothers, and, yes, so they could locate her with even more speed than through the tracker in her blood, lay discarded on the table.

The air was stale. As though the room had been empty for a while.

So where the fuck was Anya?

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Anya slid bottom first through the shuttle’s air duct, the sound of Darvish muttering to himself creeping her out.

Had this been the smartest plan? She wasn’t sure yet.

However, she did know she’d been furious when her brothers locked her up.Again.

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