Mag-log inElla 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.
view moreI 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
The 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
I 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
I 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
He doesn't sign it.Not yet.He reads through every page again, slowly, and I sit across from him and wait because I've learned that the people who can't handle silence are always at a disadvantage in negotiations. I learned that from Marco, actually. He could never stand quiet. He'd fill it with w
I Google him in the parking lot.I sit in my car with the heat running and my phone in both hands and I type his name into the search bar like a woman who needs to understand what she just walked into.Dominic Sinclair.The results come back in under a second. Pages of them.CEO of Sinclair Holding
Nobody moves.That's the thing I notice first. Dr. Maddox has stopped breathing. His assistant, who was typing something in the corner when I walked in, has her fingers frozen above her keyboard. Even the air feels like it's waiting for something.Dominic Sinclair steps fully into the room and clos
"Sign here, here, and here. Congratulations, Ms. Navarro, in approximately nine months, you'll be a mother."I sign without hesitating.That's the thing about decisions you've made a thousand times in your head before you actually make them. By the time the pen hits paper, your hand doesn't shake.






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