PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR
I was born cursed.
A Volana wolf, the rarest, most hunted bloodline in existence. My blood grants eternal life, which means I've spent every day since I was ten locked away by the one man who was supposed to protect me. My father didn't raise a daughter. He raised a weapon. He killed my wolf, stole my wolf, and when I had nothing left to give, he sold me.
Not to a mate. To a contract.
Bastien Voss Rourke doesn't do love. The most feared Alpha billionaire in the Northern Territories does deals. Clean. Calculated. Final. Three years as his contract mate in exchange for my freedom when the contract expires. No feelings. No bond. No future.
I told myself I could survive it.
I was wrong.
Because somewhere between his cold commands and the rare, unguarded moments he forgot to be ruthless, I fell. Hard. Stupidly. Completely.
Now the contract is ending. I'm standing in his penthouse with a pregnancy test in my hand and a smile I can't contain — and he's about to sign the rejection papers.
He doesn't want me. He never did.
But the heir growing inside me? That belongs to both of us.
And when the truth about my blood, my lineage, and what I really am detonates across the pack world — Bastien will realize he didn't just reject a contract mate.
He rejected his true fated bond.
And some mistakes cannot be undone with paperwork.
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Chapter: What he knows now"You knew," Bastien says. "This whole time."It is not a question. He is looking at me the way he looks at contracts with hidden clauses, like he is already three steps past the surprise and deep into the calculation of what it costs him.We are in Nadia's office. She has moved to stand beside her desk with her hands clasped in front of her, the body language of someone waiting for a verdict. Bastien is in the doorway and I am between them and the space feels very small for three people carrying this much."I found out eight weeks ago," Nadia says. "When I confirmed the pregnancy."The word lands.I watch it hit him. His face doesn't change the way most people's faces change. There is no gasp, no visible crack. Just a stillness that gets a degree colder, and his eyes move from Nadia to me, slow and deliberate, and stay there.I don't look away. I decided years ago that I would not be the person who looks away first in this building and I am not starting now."How far along," he says.
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Chapter: What the blood carries"Who called?" I ask.Nadia doesn't answer right away. She gets up and checks the hallway again through the narrow gap in the door, then closes it and turns the small lock at the handle. I have never seen her lock that door in three years."He didn't give a name," she says. "He asked if we had a Volana wolf registered with the pack. I told him no. He said he already knew the answer and hung up."The folder is still open on my lap. I look at the test results without really seeing them. My brain is doing that thing it does when there is too much incoming at once, going very quiet and very still, sorting fast underneath the surface."How would someone outside this pack know to call here?" I ask."Because a Volana pregnancy puts off a signal." Nadia sits back down across from me, her hands flat on the desk. "I know that sounds impossible given what your father did to you. But the suppression ritual didn't eliminate your bloodline, Lena. It buried it. And buried things don't stay buried whe
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Chapter: The morning after endings"Your eyes."That is all he says. Two words. But the way he says them makes my stomach drop straight to the floor.I turn around slowly because there is no version of this where running helps me.Bastien is standing two steps above me on the landing, and he is looking at me the way I have never seen him look at anything. Not calculating. Not controlled. Just raw, like something underneath all that careful composure has come loose and he hasn't figured out how to put it back yet."They were silver," he says. "For a second. Your eyes were silver.""Trick of the light," I say.He looks at the stairwell window. There is no direct light in this part of the building. We both know it."Lena.""I have a car coming at ten." I keep my voice even. "I should finish packing."I turn back toward the stairs and I get exactly two steps before his hand closes around my wrist. Not hard. Not a grab. Just a stop, firm and warm, and I hate how familiar it feels because he has touched me exactly four times
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Chapter: What soren knowsYou need to eat something before you make any decisions."That is the first thing Soren says when I come back inside. Not are you okay. Not what just happened out there. Just eat something, like food is the answer to the fact that my entire life just reorganized itself in a lobby chair.I follow him to the kitchen anyway.It's the staff kitchen on the second floor, not the main one upstairs where Bastien takes his morning coffee standing at the window like he's surveying territory. This one is smaller. Used. It smells like burnt toast and someone's leftover lunch and it is the most normal room in this entire building.Soren opens the fridge like he owns it, pulls out a container of leftover rice, and puts it in the microwave without asking. I sit on the counter the way I'm not supposed to and watch him move around the space with the comfort of someone who has spent his whole life finding the informal version of every formal room."You're not going to ask what happened outside," I say.
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Chapter: The last warning"Congratulations, Miss Crest. You're eight weeks along."I've been saying it to myself the whole drive home. Practicing it like a speech. "Bastien, I'm pregnant." Four words. I even tried different versions. Casual. Nervous. Smiling. I settled on smiling.I'm still smiling when I push through the lobby doors of Rourke Tower. The security guard at the front desk says good morning and I say it back without stopping because I cannot stand still right now. The elevator feels too slow so I take the stairs, one hand skimming the rail, the other pressed flat against my stomach over my coat.Eight weeks. There's something in there that is half me and half him and I don't know what to do with how much that means to me.Third floor landing. I can hear my own heartbeat.Fourth floor. I'm already thinking about his face. Bastien doesn't do surprised. He does controlled. He does measured. But maybe, just maybe, this will be the one thing that cracks that wall open a little. Maybe he'll reach for m
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