LOGINSienna Monroe thought her life was already messy… engaged to a man she couldn’t fully trust, facing the heartbreak of fertility tests, and trying to keep her world from crumbling. But when she agrees to become a surrogate for the enigmatic Alpha of the Crestmoon pack, everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and desire is thrown into chaos. Luther Lavigne is ruthless, commanding, and haunted by a past he refuses to forget. He never expected the quiet strength of a city-born Omega to challenge his control… or to awaken emotions he thought long buried. As passion ignites between them, Sienna finds herself in the middle of a dangerous game. The vengeful Hector Salamanca and his scheming daughter will stop at nothing to destroy the Alpha and claim the pack. Torn between fear, desire, betrayal and trust, Sienna must fight for her life and the life growing inside her. In a world where secrets cut deeper than claws, can love survive the storm of danger and temptation?
View MoreAt one point I leaned back, stuffed and happy, and just stared at him.Sunlight cut across his sharp jaw, turned the stubble golden, made his eyes look almost warm instead of their usual predator black.“What?” he asked, mouth twitching.“I can’t believe you did this,” I said softly. “Flew us to another country because I was hungry.”He set his fork down, reached across the table, and laced our fingers.“You’re not just some girl I’m keeping around, Sienna. You’re my Luna. My mate. The mother of my kid. If you want the fucking moon, I’ll figure out how to pull it down and put it on a plate for you.”My heart did that stupid flippy thing it always did when he got intense.I tried to play it cool. “Smooth talker.”“Only with you.”He squeezed once, then let go to pour more champagne—for himself only this time, the jerk.The wind picked up, whipping my hair across my face.He was out of his chair in a heartbeat, rounding the table, fingers sliding into the strands, tucking them behind my
Sienna’s POVThe SUV rolled to a stop on a crushed-shell driveway that curved like a smile toward the ocean. I stepped out barefoot—sandals dangling from my fingers—and the heat slapped me in the face, thick, salty, alive. The restaurant wasn’t some touristy spot with plastic flamingos and margarita menus the size of posters. It was a low, open-air palapa right on the cliff, thatched roof rustling in the breeze, wooden tables scattered like someone had tossed them there and decided perfection didn’t need symmetry. White curtains fluttered between bamboo posts, and below us the Caribbean smashed itself against the rocks in slow, dramatic explosions of foam.I couldn’t move. My mouth actually fell open.Luther came up behind me, hands sliding around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder. “Breathe, baby.”“I—holy shit, Luther.” My voice cracked. “This is insane. Like, Pinterest-board-doesn’t-even-come-close insane.”He laughed against my ear, low and proud. “Good insane or call-the-co
Sienna’s POVThe jet wheels screeched against the tarmac as we touched down, the engine’s roar fading into the warm, humid air of Mexico. I pressed my forehead against the cold window for a second, heart still hammering from the flight. The sun had just started to climb over the horizon, painting the sky in golds and pinks, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world had paused just for us.The door slid open with a soft hiss, and the jet steps lowered. Luther was already out, sunglasses perched perfectly on his nose, that damn leather jacket hanging off him like he owned the entire country. He glanced back at me, one eyebrow raised.“You coming, baby?” His voice was smooth, teasing, commanding all at once.I huffed, dragging my carry-on behind me. “Do you know how early it is?”“Early enough,” he said, smirking. “Trust me. You’re going to thank me.”The black SUV waited at the edge of the runway, engine idling, sleek and intimidating as ever. Two of his enforcers stood by, hands c
Sienna’s POVI was still blindfolded, hands behind my back, heart jack-hammering when the office doors banged open again.Heavy boots. Two sets. Not Luther’s.These were different, cocky, unfamiliar, and way too close.Big hands clamped around my upper arms from both sides, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.“No, no, no—” I jerked, twisting hard, but they were iron.A low, amused chuckle right by my ear.“Easy, princess. Alpha’s orders.”My stomach dropped through the floor.I thrashed again, blind and panicked.“Let me go!”The blindfold was yanked off in one rough pull.Light stabbed my eyes. I blinked fast, tears streaming.Two Alphas I didn’t know towered over me, grinning like wolves who’d just found a lost lamb.One had a scar slicing through his eyebrow, the other had a tattoo crawling up his neck. Both wearing the same black-on-black enforcer gear Luther’s elite guards wore when they wanted to look scary.They started dragging me backward toward the door.“Luther!
Cosette’s POVI couldn’t sleep.The pasta sat like rocks in my stomach, and every time I closed my eyes I saw Sienna’s smug little face peeking over Luther’s shoulder in that steaming bathroom.So I did what any self-respecting omega with a grudge does at two in the morning. I put my uniform back o
Sienna’s POVThe way he said it -low, rough, like he was admitting a sin- made my stomach drop straight between my thighs. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. My hands were still gripping the hem of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the planet. The room smelled like steam and
Sienna’s POVI heard the door creak open before I even saw her. Cosette. Of course it was Cosette. The universe has a sick sense of humor.My eyes were already half-closed because Luther had just told me to turn around while he “fixed” the towel situation after the bath. I was trying to be respectf
LUTHER’S POVThe bathroom still smelled of lavender and eucalyptus when I stepped out, Sienna trailing behind me, wrapped in nothing but a thin towel and a nervous little scowl that made me want to reach out and smooth every worry from her shoulders. My chest still hummed with the aftermath of that






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