ALPHA DOM AND HIS HUMAN SURROGATE
Ella Navarro had one plan: become a mother on her own terms. No partner, no complications, no one to let her down. After years of heartbreak and a betrayal she never saw coming, she walked into a fertility clinic alone and chose the cleanest, most controlled version of a fresh start possible.
She got Dominic Sinclair's DNA instead.
Cold, powerful, and campaigning to become Alpha King of the North American wolf packs, Dominic is the last man on earth Ella would have chosen. He is also, apparently, the father of her unborn child. When the clinic's devastating mix-up comes to light, two people from completely different worlds are forced into each other's lives with nothing in common except the baby growing between them.
Ella expects a legal battle. She gets something far more complicated.
Because Dominic can't stop watching her like she's something he wasn't prepared for. And Ella can't stop noticing that behind all that money and control is a man still bleeding from a wound he never talks about.
She didn't come here to fall for anyone.
But some things, it turns out, were never hers to control.
A dark, slow-burn werewolf romance about the wreckage we build lives from.
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen: The Ground That CallsI sit at the kitchen table until five in the morning.Chicago is still dark outside.The Australian session finished an hour ago.Lucia asleep.Dominic is asleep.The apartment is holding its breath the way apartments do in the hours before the city wakes up.I sit with the phone and I think about Maria Okafor who came from Lagos to Albuquerque because the ground called her.Who said those exact words to her cousin at a wedding three years ago.Who did not know what the words meant.Who knew they were true.I think about Dara's grandmother's grandmother who stayed twelve miles from Mira Seca when everyone else scattered. Who said: someone has to remember where it was. Who felt something in the land that was stronger than the practical argument for leaving.I think about Daniel who read the site history before the first day of work and felt something that he described as more than professional interest.I think about the botanist who said the plants are exceptionally responsive to the
Last Updated: 2026-07-24
Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: The Girl in the ClassroomThe name Cora sends is Rosita.Rosita Mendez.Seven years old.Third grade.I look at the name.Then I text Cora: Rosita. Like the foreman's grandmother.A pause.What foreman? Cora says.The construction foreman at Mira Seca, I say. *Daniel. His grandmother's name was Rosita. She stayed close to Mira Seca after the community scattered. She told her children to remember where it was.A longer pause.Daniel Mendez, Cora says. He's my neighbor. His daughter is in my class.I sit with that.Daniel Mendez.The foreman said his grandmother's people had a place like this.Who built the gathering place carefully because he read the history and understood.Who said: she would have liked to know this place was coming back.His daughter.Seven years old.Reading classrooms.Daniel's daughter is the one you've been watching, I text.Yes, Cora says.I look at the window.The November Chicago evening.Daniel Mendez built the gathering place.His daughter is in the classroom of the woman who carrie
Last Updated: 2026-07-23
Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: What Lucia MatchesI read the text three times.Each time it says the same thing.It matches Lucia.Dara's daughter in Santa Fe.A teacher.Bloodline one, the root, the founding contribution, seven generations of continuous cultivation twelve miles from Mira Seca.And something else.Something that doesn't match any of the seven original bloodlines.Something that matches my eight-month-old daughter.I text Pren back.How is that possible? Lucia's additional profile comes from the Sinclair bloodline combined with the evolved founding line. How does a teacher in Santa Fe carry something that matches that?He responds in three minutes.That's what I'm trying to understand. The Sinclair element in Lucia's profile is specific to the Alpha bloodline. The teacher in Santa Fe doesn't carry that. A pause. *What she carries is something that developed independently. Same functional signature. Different origins.I look at the text.Same functional signature.Different origins.Two people arriving at the same plac
Last Updated: 2026-07-22
Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: The EighthI text Pren back."What does the full translation say?"I put the phone down and I look at Lucia.Both hands still on the bench.Completely still in the way she goes still when she is doing what she does.Reading. Not the present. But what remains.The residue of the music.The information that stays in things after the moment passes.I think about what that means specifically.Not a Lunare ability as I've understood it.Not reading people in real time.Not feeling what is true in a room right now.Reading what was true.What a room has held and what a moment left behind.Pren's response comes in four minutes."The full section reads: when eight voices speak together the room will finally hear. And the eighth voice is not a voice that was lost. It is the voice that could not exist until the other seven had been silent long enough."I read it twice just to be sure I grab the context, then I look up at Lucia."The voice that could not exist until the other seven had been silent long eno
Last Updated: 2026-07-20
Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: What a Century of Living DoesI sit with the botanist's text for a long time.Dominic is still playing. Lucia is still listening. The apartment is doing the thing it does in the evenings, warm and specific and entirely itself.I sit on the couch with the phone and I think about what it means.Seven plants that needed each other to produce the compound.Dara's seeds, after a century of continuous living, producing it alone.The evolution of a capacity.Not by design. Not by anyone's intention. By the simple fact of being alive in the ground long enough to develop what they needed to survive and function without the full set.I think about Diane.Nineteen years in an ER.Reading rooms so precisely that she has been operating at a level none of us could explain until we had the name for it.I think about Sorcha finishing night shifts.About Amara in Lagos at twenty-two.About the Japan group who found each other through a research paper.About Dara, twelve miles from Mira Seca, feeling the ground break.All of them o
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Ten: What CoevolvesWe stay at Dara's house for two hours.She feeds us without ceremony, the specific warmth of someone for whom feeding people is a language rather than a performance. Coffee and bread and something she made this morning that she calls by its name in her grandmother's language and translates simply as: what you make when you know people are coming.She knew people were coming.She felt the ground break.She made food.That's bloodline one.The root.The founding contribution.Seven generations of someone staying close and knowing things before they happened and making food for people whose names they didn't yet know.We sit around her kitchen table and she tells us about the seven generations.Not in formal terms. In the way that people who carry oral history tell it. Through specific people. Through her grandmother's grandmother, who was ten when the community scattered and who spent the rest of her long life telling her children that the people who lived twelve miles away had not gone
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
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