83(Lucian’s POV) Ours
Lucian
I held Mara’s hands, trying to anchor us-trying to bring her back to me. I could see it in her eyes: everything she witnessed today had gotten under her skin. It would’ve gotten under mine, too. What she saw looked bad-me holding Tina’s hand, standing over her like she still mattered. But she didn’t know I had to restrain Tina just so the doctor could clean her up and do the exam. She wouldn’t let them touch her unless I was there.
Tina knew exactly what she was doing. And I knew exactly what I had to do now-end this. She had caused enough damage already.
We stood in front of the house I had rented for us. A quiet place, tucked away, meant to feel like home. I tried to gauge Mara’s expression as she looked at it, but her face gave nothing away.
I stepped beside her and pulled her into me.
“Please, Mara,” I said quietly. “We woke up happy this morning. She tried to start trouble yesterday, but we turned it into something beautiful. Now here we are again, and I’m begging you-don’t let her win.”
She didn’t interrupt, so I pressed on.
“I love you, Mara. And she knows it. They all know it. That’s why they’re doing this. Martha. Tina. They see how much I’m in love with you, and it burns them. Please don’t give them what they want.”
She looked at me, her eyes soft but tired. “She’s not winning, Lucian. It’s just… she’s always there. Every time we try to move forward, she’s right behind us, dragging you back.”
I wrapped my arms around her tighter.
“I can’t wait for you to get pregnant,” I whispered into her hair. “To start our family. You’ll see. Everything I’ve told you will make sense then. And-” I paused, “I’m going to request a DNA test.”
She pulled back slightly, frowning. “I thought you were sure the baby was yours?”
I exhaled slowly. “I was. Based on the scan, the timeline doesn’t quite match. She’s supposed to be four months and two weeks along… but the scan says three months and three weeks. That’s a gap. The doctor said it could be within margin- give or take two weeks-but that’s not nothing.”
Mara was silent.
“She swears the scan’s off and has been crying about it nonstop,” I added. “But it’s planted doubt. And I can’t ignore that
anymore. If that baby isn’t mine…” My voice hardened. “I’ll make her pay for everything she’s put us through. I’ve already
linked Austin-Tina’s under double surveillance now. She’s hiding something. I know she is.”
Mara narrowed her eyes slightly. “Why are you so focused on what she’s hiding?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Because whatever it is… it might be the key to freeing us. To cutting the last tie she has on me.”
Her eyes softened. She understood. That meant everything.
“Oh-and Darian called,” I said, letting some light into the conversation. “They’ve caught Jones. He’s being transported to the city right now.”
Her entire face lit up. Finally, something good. The glow returned to her cheeks, and that guarded sadness vanished.
“Shall we?” I asked, gesturing to the house. “Let’s go check out our ‘holiday home.”
She nodded, smiling now-really smiling. And just like that, the shadow Tina had cast over the day started to fade.
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3(Lucian’s POV) Ours
For the first time in a long while, I felt like we had a fighting chance again.
We walked through the house together, and I saw it-Mara loved it.
It had four bedrooms, a home office, an open-plan kitchen and living room that opened into the garden, where a pool shimmered in the afternoon light beside a stone-paved barbecue area. The garage had room for storage, maybe even a gym. It wasn’t just a house-it was a dream quietly waiting for us to step into it.
I could already see it. A future here. Me, Mara, and maybe three or four kids. Enough bedrooms for everyone. The girls sharing, the boys sneaking into each other’s rooms at night for secret games and snacks. Laughter echoing off the walls. Morning pancakes. Late-night movies. A place filled with life, not drama.
While Mara was checking out the kitchen-admiring the layout, running her fingers over the marble countertop-I wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed the soft skin of her neck.
“We’ll cook here together,” I whispered, “and do whatever we want, whenever we want.”
I felt her body relax into mine. A soft sound escaped her lips-part giggle, part sigh-and it was exactly what I needed to
hear.
“No Tina. No Darian. No Lacy. No Martha,” I murmured against her ear. “Just us, Mara. You and me. All the love we can make until the kids come-and then we’ll be more discreet,” I added, and she laughed.
It was the first real laugh since everything exploded. It was warm and real and healing.
I turned her to face me, lifted her onto the counter, and kissed her like I had something to prove. And maybe I did.
Not everything needed to be spoken. Some things-the gratitude, the promise, the hope-they could be shown, felt,
breathed between us.
I took off her blouse and unhooked her bra, freeing her perfect breasts from their cage. Caressing them, I bent to taste the
stiff peaks.
I licked her n*****s, and her body jerked, letting me know she liked it. Gently, she ran her fingers through my hair and held
on as I devoured her breasts.
While on her breast, I gently undid her jeans and pushed them down, exposing her to me. Using my fingers, I felt for her
core. She was wet, and I ached to go in.
“I want to hear you moan. It’s just us.” I linked her, then pulled away and watched her writh with pleasure before me while
i f****d her with my fingers.
Spreading her legs apart, I bent to taste her. She held on to me and then let go.
Her moans were loud and were like music to my ears, sweet and sensational. I was doing something right, and the
sounds alone got me hard as a rock.
I wanted to be inside her, but not until after she’d come. Her release finally came, and it was intense.
I stood, and she got off the counter, understanding what I wanted to do next. She turned around and held on to the
counter while I drove my c**k into her.
She was dripping wet just the way I liked her. The rush of pleasure to my brain was enough to drive me insane as I rammed into her continuously, unapologetically.
Mara liked it a bit rough during her heat. I enjoyed it too, so I put in some extra effort. Her pleasure was all that mattered, and she needed to know where my heart lay.
My wolf went wild just at the thought of having our own space, being alone with her, and doing whatever we pleased without interruption. This was our space, and we were blessing it.
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Chucars POV) Curs
I rammed into her hard and rough continuously, and she responded, moaning and calling my name. Wanting to intensify her pleasure I reached for her clit while I continued to pound into her.
I rubbed the sensitive knob and soon she shattered all over my c**k. I felt tightened around me, milking me, forcing me to follow. I came hard, burning myself into her to the hilt. Desperate to plant my side in her, desperate to prove to her she was all that mattered to me. y breathe. Like the world didn’t owe us anything, and we didn’t owe it an explanation. Afterwards, we stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, breathless and tangled, on the kitchen floor, her head on my shoulder as we watched the sun begin to dip beyond the garden wall.
“We’re going to be okay,” I said.
~~~led her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. And for the first time in a long while-I believed it too.
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