HIGHLANDER: The Highlander’s Surrender Bride (Scottish Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) Read Online Free PDF

shining cliff he’d teased her with.
                  In one motion she arched her back, hitching her hips against his and bringing him deeper inside her. She felt that moment, a tiny tearing sensation and then a mountain of pleasure as he slid all the way inside her. They both moaned together, and soon Aryen was thrusting, both out of control and panting as lust and desire overrode any other thought.
                  With a shriek of pleasure, Abigail hurtled over the edge and sensations exploded across her body in tingling waves that left her shattered and boneless. A moment later, Aryen gave a loud moan of his own, shouting her name as they came together.
                  Moments later, they were both asleep, drifting in blissful slumber, their arms and legs tangled together in a heedless pile, as man and wife.

Epilogue
    Scotland, 1789
    Abigail clenched the letter in her hands, her uncle’s scrawled handwriting bringing back memories of the events that had transpired almost a year ago. But things were different now, she was different now, so much stronger, and so much happier than she had been and she wouldn’t let her despicable uncle turn her life on its ear once again.
                  She cradled her arms around her middle, feeling the babe kick as the child responded to her riotous emotions. As an only child, she had always dreamed of having hoards of children of her own. A house filled with laughter and joy and above all, life and love.
                  And the best thing for her was that she was going to be sharing the life of this child with Aryen. The love between them had only grown more and more over the past year, changing her from a lonely woman content to live her life on the shelf to someone confident, strong, not only a wife but now a mother.
                  She knew she would love this baby more than she had ever loved anything or anyone in her entire life, and it warmed her heart to know that her husband was there right along with her.
                  She read the words again and shook her head as sadness swept through her and she had to swipe at a rogue tear that escaped despite her best efforts.
                  “Abigail?” Aryen’s soft voice calling her name had her instantly turning towards him. Towards the man that she had learned to love and cherish and had shown her just how sweet it can be when you share that love in return. “Darling, is everything alright? Is it the baby?”
                  She just shook her head, but couldn’t get any words out past the lump in her throat, so she handed him her uncle’s letter. He quickly perused the document, his face growing red with anger at each word.
                  “Why, that awful man, he doesn’t deserve to be there, he doesn’t deserve–.”
                  “Aryen, my love, it’s alright.”
                  “But, Abie, he…”
                  “I know.” She said simply, and sank into him as he pulled her close. In the past short year, her uncle had completely bankrupted the estate. He had lost everything to a life of gambling and excess. The home she had grown up in with her father, the home she had loved, was gone.
                  For a moment she felt sorry for her uncle, for his wasted life, but in the end it was because of him that she had fled the manor to chase after the infamous Black Lord of Scotland, and for that she would be forever grateful for him. She hoped he had a nice cell in the debtor’s prison he would surely find himself in.
                  “My love, are you sure you are alright?” He asked again softly as he cradled her close, his hand resting lightly on her burgeoning stomach. In only a few short months they would have their first child, and she hoped many more to come after that. Abigail placed her hand over his, soaking in the