Epilogue
Angela, The Colony
I didn’t know how to tell him I was pregnant. I’d only thrown up that one time in the hotel basement, and besides sore breasts, I didn’t have any other signs that Braun might notice. After the claiming—God, that had been hot and wild—he was going to be upset that I hadn’t told him. I could already hear him worrying that he’d been too rough with me.
For the first time ever, he hadn’t held back. I’d seen the real Braun, the complete Atlan he was. His beast was fierce, but I’d known he’d never hurt me. An Atlan claiming, pressed against a wall, arms pinned overhead and taken hard?
My p***y clenched remembering how his dominance had made me come. But his beast hadn’t been scary or overwhelming. Perhaps it was because my cuffs were around my wrists that he’d been
