LOGINMy sister was my whole world. After our parents died, Ophelia gave up everything to raise me, and I would have done anything for her. So when she lay dying, she took my hand and made me promise to become the surrogate for her husband—the most powerful Alpha King in the country. Alpha Nyric Ashcroft. The man who never liked me. The man who believed I was nothing but trouble. The man who loved my sister with every piece of his heart. I promised her. Then she died. Days later, I moved into his mansion to fulfil her final wish. I told myself it was only a promise. Nothing more. But promises have consequences. Especially when the stranger I spent one reckless night with after my sister's funeral turns out to be Nyric's estranged younger brother. Now I'm trapped between two brothers, haunted by guilt, hunted by secrets, and carrying a baby that could change the Ashcroft legacy forever. I only wanted to honour my sister's last wish... but when the truth about my destiny finally comes to light, will it save the family she left behind—or destroy everything she sacrificed to protect?
View MoreMicaNyric posted extra guards at the gates that night, and though he tried to keep his concern from showing too plainly in front of me, I recognized the particular tightness in his jaw that meant he was taking the unfamiliar car far more seriously than his careful reassurances suggested."It's probably nothing," he said, settling into bed beside me hours later than usual, his own restlessness obvious despite the words. "A reporter, most likely. Or someone lost.""You don't believe that.""I believe in being cautious regardless of what I believe." He pulled me gently against him, one hand resting protectively over my stomach the way it often did now. "Try to sleep. The guards will radio if anything changes."I didn't sleep well, drifting in and out of shallow, anxious dreams, and when I finally woke to gray morning light, I found Nyric already gone from the bed, his side cold enough to suggest he'd been up for some time.I found him in the entryway, still in yesterday's clothes, Ethan
MicaThe weeks after the scare passed more gently than I expected, settling into a rhythm that felt, for the first time since Ophelia's death, almost peaceful.Nyric had grown quieter in a way I couldn't quite name — not distant, exactly, but thoughtful, like he was turning something over privately that he wasn't ready to share yet. I didn't push. I'd learned, months ago now, that some things needed their own time to surface.By the time the third trimester arrived, my body had changed enough that I could no longer pretend any of this was still theoretical. My stomach had grown round and undeniable, the baby's movements no longer faint flutters but full, insistent kicks that sometimes woke me in the middle of the night."He's active tonight," I said one evening, wincing as a particularly strong kick landed just beneath my ribs."He?" Nyric raised an eyebrow from across the sitting room, setting down the book he'd been only half reading. "Dr. Reyes confirmed that?""No. I just have a f
NyricI finally let go of her hand somewhere near the estate gates, only because navigating the final turn required both hands on the wheel, and even then, the moment I'd parked, I reached for it again almost immediately, some instinct refusing to fully release the contact."You're going to need both hands eventually," Mica said, amusement threading through her voice despite the exhausting morning we'd just survived."Eventually. Not yet."She let me hold on a while longer, and I was grateful, more grateful than I could easily explain, for her patience with whatever this particular need actually was.That evening, once she'd retreated upstairs for an early rest, exhausted from the emotional weight of the day, I found myself alone in the study, the echoes of the appointment still sitting heavy in my chest.Ethan found me there sometime after dinner, a bottle of whiskey between us that neither of us had touched yet."How is she?" he asked, settling into the familiar chair across from my
MicaNeither of us slept much that night.I lay awake listening to the quiet of the house, one hand resting protectively over my stomach, cataloguing every small sensation with the particular hypervigilance fear brings, searching for some sign that everything was fine, or some confirmation that it wasn't.Nyric appeared at my door sometime past three in the morning, unable to sleep either, and rather than retreat to his own restless solitude, he simply sat in the chair beside my bed until dawn, neither of us speaking much, both of us grateful not to be facing the uncertainty alone.The drive to the clinic felt endless, morning traffic crawling past at a pace that made the anxiety in my chest tighten further with every passing minute."Whatever it is," Nyric said, reaching over to take my hand as we finally pulled into the clinic parking lot, "we face it together. However difficult, however frightening. Together.""Together," I repeated, needing to hear myself say it, needing the word












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