Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
I settled my hands on his broad shoulders, looking deep into his eyes. "What else could explain this?"
He grinned that devilish smile that always made my heart skip a beat. "A lot of things, actually," he said, chuckling when I scowled at him. He pulled me closer, my chest pressing against his. "Of course you love me. I told you that a long time ago," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.
"And now you finally get to hear it," I replied, my voice soft but filled with meaning.
He gazed at me for a long moment, his hands firm and comforting on my back, as though he never wanted to let go.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what I was about to say. "Alexander... I’m pregnant."
His stare didn’t falter. He didn’t flinch or pull back. Instead, he just studied me, his amber eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite place. Then, after what felt like forever, he spoke. "I’ve been waiting for you to say it out loud."
"And?" I was almost afraid of what his reaction would be, though I knew deep down that he already knew and had wanted this.
He cupped my face gently, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks as he kissed me, softer than I’d ever expected from him. When he pulled back, his voice was steady, almost reverent. "Our life will be everything I’ve promised you. The Isle will rejoice for our child, and you—" he paused, his lips curling into a satisfied grin, "—you will give me everything, deliciae. You already have."
I rested my head against his shoulder, letting his words settle deep inside me, replaying everything that had brought me to this moment. The chaos, the bloodshed, the heartache that had shaped me into something both broken and whole—it was a love born in shadows, nurtured by violence, and sealed with obsession. Ours was a story carved out of madness, a slow descent into darkness, where the line between pain and pleasure blurred into something I craved.
In that darkness, where the world outside ceased to matter, I found something I never expected. A twisted sense of belonging, a purpose that only made sense with him. He had torn me apart, remade me in his image, and yet I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. In his arms, with all the power, danger, and sin wrapped around us like a shroud, I realized something I had never dared to admit before.
I was exactly where I was meant to be.
I was his.
And for the first time, in this life we were shaping together, I finally felt it.
I was home.
THE END