THE BREEDING PROGRAM
Damian’s knot was swelling again, fast and brutal, like his body refused to let me go while the words on the screen burned into my retinas.
Congratulations, Alpha Voss. The breeding program welcomes its newest donor pair.
He clutched me so tightly I could barely breathe, his heart hammering against my spine.
“Selena,” he rasped, voice stripped raw, “listen to me. That text wasn’t meant for me. It was meant for Chloe.”
I went cold.
“What?”
He pulled out just enough to spin me on his lap so I straddled him face-to-face, still locked together, c*m and slick sealing us. His hands framed my cheeks, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Five years ago,” he said, “after my wife died, the pack council came to me. They’d been running a black-book program for decades: pairing pr
