I swore I'd die before crawling back to the man who rejected me.
Pregnant with his pup, belly rounding under my threadbare shirt, I flee the pack's jagged Rocky Mountain dens, pine scent clinging like a ghost. Enemies hunt me, ruthless shadows with claws for my child's throat. Independence is my armor, snark my shield. No way I'd admit how that shattered mate bond still yanks at my gut like a hook.
He tracks me down anyway. The enforcer with haunted eyes and a growl that vibrates through bone. The one who shoved me away years ago, claiming duty demanded it. Now his stare pins me against rough pine walls, hands hovering like he owns the air between us. One brush of fingers over my swell, and hunger explodes. Veins aflame, walls crumbling under the weight of what we were.
Lockdown nights in that dim den turn feverish. Sweat-slicked skin slides together, his body claiming mine in breeding rhythms that mock pack laws. Defiant thrusts against my every denial, playful traces along my belly at dawn's first light. Ecstasy wars with terror, each release a delicious exposure. He's salvation wrapped in ruin, the wolf who'd burn worlds for one taste. But trust him? After he broke me?
The enemy closes in, pack power teetering on my choices. Yield to the bond, and my fragile world fractures. Fight it, and we lose everything. Gods, why does surrendering to him feel like the only victory worth chasing?
A full-length pregnancy shifter breeding rejected-mate erotic romance featuring a snarky pregnant shifter and her obsessively protective fated enforcer.
