FOUR WEEKS, THREE DAYS INTO THE CONTRACT - SUNDAY MORNING
Eve woke slowly, her body aching in ways that made last night come flooding back in vivid detail.
The pack gathering. Alpha Konstantin. The near-violence. And then the sex.....brutal, possessive, claiming sex that had lasted hours. They'd used her body to work through their rage and fear, marking her with bites and bruises even if they hadn't left the permanent claiming marks she'd half-expected.
She stretched carefully, wincing at the soreness, and realized something unusual.
She wasn't filled.
For the first time in weeks, she'd woken up without one of the brothers already inside her, already claiming her before consciousness fully returned.
Eve opened her eyes and found Damian sitting in a chair beside the bed, fully dressed, watching her with those intense gray eyes.
"You're awake," he said, his voice rough like he hadn't slept.
