LOGINJosephine Carter is drowning. Her mother’s medical bills are piling up, her bank account is a disaster, and the only professional outfit she owns is her mother’s ancient pantsuit. Becoming a surrogate is her last chance to save the one person she loves most. But on the morning of her evaluation, Jo crashes her tank‑of‑a‑sedan into a shiny red sports car owned by the rudest, most arrogant, most unfairly handsome man she’s ever met. She yells at him. He yells back. She runs away.Then she finds out she’s going to carry his child. Derek Blackwell—Alpha of the Blackwell Pack, billionaire, and the agency’s most sought‑after client—is looking for a surrogate. Not for just any child. For the child he was meant to have with his late mate. His wife died of a rare illness after a lifetime of fighting it. They never mated, never completed the bond, never had the chance to start the family they dreamed of. But she froze her eggs before she passed, leaving Derek with one final piece of her… and one impossible choice. He needs an heir. But he can’t bring himself to choose another mate. Not when his heart still belongs to the woman he lost. And fate, in all its twisted humour, has matched him with the chaotic woman who dented his car and insulted him in traffic. Now Jo has to convince the Alpha she accidentally assaulted that she’s responsible enough to carry his child. And Derek has to decide whether the woman who crashed into his life might be the only one strong enough to carry his future.The contract is simple. The emotions are not. And the line between enemies, partners, and something dangerously close to destiny is getting thinner every day.
View MoreI woke up far earlier than any sane person should, blinking up at the unfamiliar ceiling and needing a full ten seconds to remember where I was, why I was here, and how on earth my life had spiralled into a situation where I was sleeping in a billionaire’s mansion with a bell cord by the door like I’d accidentally wandered into a period drama. The room was quiet—too quiet—the kind of silence that made you aware of your own heartbeat, and for a moment I lay there wondering if I should get up, stay put, or simply pretend I was invisible until someone told me what the morning protocol was supposed to be.Before I could decide, a knock sounded on the door—firm, controlled, unmistakably Derek. I just knew it was him.I opened it to find the man standing there, looking like he’d been carved from stone and polished by insomnia. His shirt was crisp, his hair slightly mussed in a way that suggested he’d run his hands through it too many times, and his expression was the kind that made you inst
DerekHe couldn’t sleep.He hadn’t expected to, not with Josephine under his roof for the first time and his wolf pacing like a caged animal beneath his skin. The creature was restless, prowling, pushing, snarling at shadows that weren’t there. Derek suspected the beast inside him was upset simply because he’d brought another woman here.He stood in his office, staring out at the dark stretch of forest behind the manor. The moonlight cut through the trees in silver shards, but even the night couldn’t calm him.His wolf was too loud.Too alert.Too focused.On her.He hated it almost as much as his wolf hated Josephine.He didn’t understand it, and he sure as hell didn’t trust his wolf not to do anything stupid. The beast inside him refused to comprehend human subtleties like contracts or surrogacy arrangements. Wolves didn’t do nuance. Wolves did instinct — and right now that instinct screamed that Derek was replacing his fated mate.Maybe once the insemination took place, his wolf wo
The moment Derek disappeared down the hallway, the silence of the mansion settled around me like a heavy velvet curtain. Not oppressive — just… big. Too big. The kind of silence that made you hyper‑aware of your own breathing. And mine was laboured. But since all the medical tests I’d done for this surrogacy gig came back declaring me in excellent condition, I wasn’t worried about my momentary inability to breathe normally.Instead, I stood in the doorway of my new room, staring at the bed like it might swallow me whole.This was my life now. Temporarily. Allegedly.But I had the strange, creeping feeling I’d be here for at least nine months more.I dropped my shoulder bag on the floor and sat on the edge of the mattress. It dipped under my weight like a cloud giving way. I bounced once. Then again. Then a third time because I was an adult and absolutely allowed to test the bounce‑factor of a billionaire’s bed. Needless to say, I have never experienced opulence like this.I laughed at
The drive out of the city felt like slipping into another world — one with cleaner air, wider skies, and roads that didn’t feel like they were actively plotting my demise. The further we went, the more the landscape shifted from concrete and noise to rolling fields and clusters of trees that looked like they belonged in a postcard. It truly was magical and it will absolutely make my commute into the city suck less.Then we passed through a village and I’m sure my eyes doubled in size.This was not just any village, but a quaint little country village with a surprisingly posh feel — the kind of place where the bakery sold croissants that cost more than my electricity bill, and the flower shop had bouquets arranged like they were auditioning for Vogue. Even the dogs being walked looked expensive.“Where… are we?” I asked, pressing my forehead lightly to the window.“Blackwood Hollow,” Declan said. “Derek’s territory.”“Territory,” I repeated, because that word carried weight. “Like… may
JosephineBy the time my shift ended, my feet were killing me, my back ached, and I smelled like grease and desperation. The kind of smell that clung to your soul, not just your clothes. The kind of smell that made people on the bus subtly lean away from you and pretend it was because they needed m
Josephine I didn’t expect the results of the millions of tests they ran on me to come back so quickly. They poked, prodded, scanned, questioned, and siphoned off what felt like half the blood in my body — and I barely flinched. I’d been terrified of the psychological evaluation, convinced they’d d
Derek Derek Blackwell already regretted leaving pack land. The city pressed in on him the moment he crossed the boundary — noise, fumes, too many humans packed into too little space. Cars crawled along the road like wounded animals, horns blaring, engines whining. Morning rush hour. His persona
The blast of cold air‑conditioning hit me like a slap from God Himself. My lungs burned, my legs trembled, and I was sweating in places I didn’t know could sweat. The pantsuit was clinging to me like a damp funeral shroud.Act normal, Jo. Act. Normal.I straightened my spine, smoothed my hair (whi






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