RONAN

Hazel tells me there's something she needs to share.

"And what's that?" I ask her, reaching for her hands and kissing them because I can't keep my hands off her.

I wonder how I managed to stay away from her for so long at the beginning, when she was just a curious girl and I was a grumpy bastard obsessed with her while trying to pretend otherwise.

"I'm pregnant," she says. Her eyes widening as if eager for my reaction.

"Oh?" I reply, rubbing her smooth hand against my cheek. Marveling at the smoothness of her skin.

"Is that why our bathroom has been smelling like a sewer?"

She gasps. "You knew?!"

I embrace her tightly. "Of course I knew, Hazel." I chuckle. "You've been throwing up every morning."

"Oh god," she groans, mortified. "How could could you smell it?"

"I have a sensitive nose. Didn't want to say anything because I wanted you to have your moment. I'm happy, my love. I've had a long time to digest the news, and I'm ready."

Her eyes sparkle with awe. "Ronan..."

I kiss her with everything I have. All the love and possessive feelings. The good and the bad. She's mine. The day she skipped the wall, she skipped the border around my heart.

"We're going to do this," I mutter, my voice thick as emotion floods my veins. "We're going to be parents and give it our best shot."

Her smile lights up her face, and I pray our child gets her eyes. Not mine. I hope this baby gets few of my features, including my altered DNA. But I will adore them regardless.

Hazel taught me that my skin is not a thing of nightmares. It can be loved too.

The endless, deep hallways of this estate are always echoing murmurs of incoming danger. This estate is not safe, especially given my position as Lord, but I will put my life on the line for my family. For my woman and for my little Lord.

"I think I'm a bit sad that I won't be able to leave the estate agan," Hazel whispers, as if reading my thoughts about the dangers that surround us.

We both know what happened the last time we stepped a foot outside. Hazel was almost taken from me. And now that our child needs a mother, there's no way we can risk her harm ever again.

"I know," I reply. "You're still curious about what's out there, aren't you?"

A part of me feels guilty for snatching her up. She is so young and was destined to make a normal man happy. One without dangerous enemies. One without a hundred scars on his face and a personality issue to match each one. I'm distrustful, short-tempered and obsessive. The most toxic man in this estate.

Hazel deserved to be with a servant man whose most exciting part of the way was watering the garden. I've given her so much anguish, and yet here I am. Populating her womb and curling my fingers into her skin, enraged by the mere thought of another man enjoying her beauty and grace.

It's too late. I can't let her go. The only thing I can do now is be my best. Try to be mellow for as long as possible before letting my temper surface. It will be hard given the military's tampering with my biology, but Hazel always tends to bring out the human side of me.

"Yes, I do wish I could have seen more of the world. But it doesn't matter because I know nothing out there would be as wonderful as this estate."

Her eyes sparkle with such innocence, even to this day. Even after her kidnapping and trauma. Even after I've fucked her upside down, sideways, and every possible direction.

She's still that remarkable, bright girl that I fell so hard for.

"You make me a lucky man," I tell her, kissing her forehead. "Do you want to share the good news with your mother?"

"Yes," she chuckles. "I should do that."

"I'll let you girls have your moment. I'll see you later."

She nods and kisses me before rushing away with a prep in her step, eager to talk about babies with her mother. I can already picture them going crazy and sewing a thousand baby hats, socks, and onesies. They'll turn the estate into a damn factory.

And yet Hazel can do whatever she wants, because what's mine is hers.

I head for the bedroom. I don't bother to stop by my office to check for updates on Gwen. I know none will come today. We won't see her for a long time. Not until Walker regains his damn senses.

I shake my head to clear my frustration. This is a day of celebration. I'm going to be a father. A title I never thought I would obtain because my cursed, scarred face and my tangled DNA declares me as a monster. I never accounted for a clumsy, unlucky, little maid to nearly get trafficked and force me to come to her rescue. I never thought I'd go from savior to victim overnight, because she stole my heart.

I smile as I enter our quarters. It's neat, but personal touches have slowly been added by Hazel. Like the fresh flowers she keeps in a vase, the multicolor curtains she changes weekly, and the extra dozen pillows on my bed when I only used to have one.

My room used to be full of whites and greys. Practical and simple. But she turned it from a second office into a bedroom.

I go to my closet and dig through it, searching for the hoodie she sewed for me months ago.

I retrieve it and set it on the bed, planning on wearing it. On engulfing myself in her thoughtfulness and love, and thinking about the future that I can't wait for.

But the more I think about her sweetness and her mischievous tendencies—about the polarity of her—desire floods my blood.

I sigh as I undress. It seems like impregnating her has done nothing to sate my hunger. I need to mark her again tonight. And tomorrow. And the incoming nights, even after her belly begins to show. I fear I'll never get enough of the woman.

I lie in bed, naked, reading a historical book as I await for her. My cock remains rock hard, refusing to be distracted by the boring chronicles that I study.

It takes an hour before I hear approaching footsteps. A rhythm which I instantly recognize.

Hazel knocks on the door.

"Come in."

She enters, and her soft smile drops. It's replaced by shock when she sees my naked state. I'm sitting up, legs crossed with only a book covering my cock.

Thank god she came alone and her mother isn't standing behind her.

Her smile returns. Only more wicked this time. She closes the door behind her and enters the room, approaching me with slow steps until she's beside the bed. Her thin fingers slowly reach for the book on my lap before flicking it off.

Her greedy eyes stare at my cock, and her smile widens with approval of what she finds.

A soft giggle comes from her, and I snatch her onto the bed and yank her clothes off in a crazed frenzy. I force my hoodie on her—the one she made for me. It's baggy on her. The hood covers her face and the sleeves are too long on her arms. Her breasts and abdomen are revealed, soft and tanned. So different from my own.

With a quick touch to her sex, I find her wet. Soaked without any stimulation, because she's just as hungry as I am.

I make her straddle my lap and kiss her passionately until her wetness is smeared on my thighs and cock.

Then, I join our bodies. I lift her by her hips to adjust myself underneath and lower her onto my cock. I lie on my back as she rides me. Like a grim reaper in her dark hood, squeezing my cock with her sex and sucking my soul along with my precum.

I stare at her precious abdomen, where our child lives, as my woman bounces on my cock. It's the most erotic fucking thing I've ever experienced.

I wonder if I can fertilize another egg of hers, even if she's already pregnant. I'm so deranged with lust that I make it a goal of mine.

I grab her hips and take over, lifting and dropping her on my cock at a much faster rate. I fuck her with blurry speed until my arms ache, her moans stutter, and the hood slips off her head.

When her glad-open, warm eyes are revealed to me, I cum inside her already-fertilized womb.

Then I collect her in my arms like she's the most precious thing in this world. Our heavy breaths mix and my cum leaks out of her and onto the bed sheets.

Our hearts beat in sync, and I listen closely for a few minutes. Wondering how I ever got so lucky.

All my misfortunes have become worth it, even my suffering in the military, because they lead me to this estate and to Hazel.

"I've never been religious, but I thank god that you skipped the wall that day all those months ago." I kiss the crown of her head. "Thank god, because that's how I found you."

A/N: End :) Gwen's 4-part story will come to Patreon at the end of December.

 
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