LOGINElara Vance never wanted to be anyone’s secret. But when her father’s death leaves her family drowning in a debt engineered by a corrupt pack elder, she signs an anonymous surrogacy contract to save the people she loves, never expecting to meet the father, let alone fall for him. Killian Blackwood is the coldest Alpha the Bloodmoon Pack has ever known. Billionaire, workaholic, and utterly convinced that love is a weakness he can’t afford. He agrees to a clinical, faceless surrogacy arrangement to silence a council demanding an heir. He doesn’t expect a stranger’s photograph to wake something in him he thought had died with his parents. The moment their hands touch, the truth ignites between them. Elara isn’t just carrying his child. She’s his fated mate. Bound by a contract that forbids them from ever being more than strangers, Killian and Elara fight a bond neither can deny while Elder Silas, the man who destroyed her family, closes in with a plot to expose their secret and seize the pack for himself. As danger tightens around the estate and Elara’s true bloodline begins to surface, Killian must choose between the empire built on control, and the woman who has already claimed the one part of him he swore he’d never give away. A stolen touch. A forbidden bond. A war neither of them chose. Can a contract survive a love that was never supposed to happen?
View MoreThe moment her fingers threaded into the hair at the nape of my neck, the last thread of my sanity snapped.I didn't care about the contract nor the distance I’d spent weeks forcing between us nor the agonizing restraint that was tearing my chest open day after day. The scent of her; sweet, warm, and entirely intoxicating, filled my lungs, drowning out every rational thought I possessed.When I brought my mouth down on hers, a sharp gasp escaped her pretty lips. I felt her small hands clutch at my shirt, and my body reacted on feral instinct; my arm wrapping around her waist like an iron band, lifting her flush against me until there no space left between us.Her lips were soft, yielding under mine, and the contrast to my own brutal need nearly drove me out of my mind. My wolf was clawing at the inside of my ribs, roaring to take, to claim, to sink teeth into her skin until she carried my mark forever. Every beat of my heart was a heavy, suffocating demand: Mine. Mine. Mine.I dragge
By nine o'clock, the storm had quieted to a steady rain that drummed relentlessly against the high glass windows of my suite.I couldn't sleep.My inner wolf was restless; pacing with a deep, persistent awareness. I pulled my charcoal sweater around my shoulders and walked out into the dimly lit corridor.Callum wasn't at his post. Down the hall, the massive oak doors to the secondary library were slightly ajar, casting a single, warm slice of amber firelight across the dark floorboards.I stepped up to the threshold, stopping quietly in the doorway.Killian was standing by the fireplace place, his back to me. He had taken off his boots and jacket, dressed only in his black shirt and trousers. In his right hand, he held a heavy crystal glass of amber liquid, his broad shoulders rising and falling in heavily.He didn't turn around, but his voice cut through the crackle of the fireplace."You should be resting, Elara.""I tried," I said softly, stepping into the room.Killian took a slo
By the next morning, the storm had finally broken, leaving behind a sky as pale and clear as ice.I sat at the small round table in the lower wing, a bowl of warm oats with honey sitting untouched in front of me. On the surface, the estate had returned to its quiet, orderly routine. The guards kept their steady rotations along the courtyard walls, and Mrs. Gable had sent up a fresh pot of spiced tea with her usual stern instructions to finish every drop.But beneath the surface, everything felt different.I kept my chin tucked down, my thumb absentmindedly tracing the rim of my teacup. Every few minutes, my skin would prickle with warmth; right on the line of my jaw where Killian’s bare hand had touched me yesterday.It made no sense. Yet when Killian had pinned me beneath his gaze, when his thumb had brushed my skin, my body had reacted with a sudden pull that had knocked the air right out of my lungs, leaving my heart hammering against my ribs for hours after he walked out."Miss Va
I stood in the center of the courtyard under the pouring sky, letting the cold mountain rain drench my shirt through to the skin.My jaw was clenched so tight my teeth burned. Beneath my ribs, my wolf was pacing like a caged beast, thrashing violently against my chest, demanding that I turn around, break down those heavy double doors, and go back inside to claim what belonged to us.She felt it.The realization slammed into my gut like lead. To her, it was just an unexplainable, terrifying pulse of static that made her heart race and her breath stall. But her body had recognized mine. Her blood had answered."Killian—“Jace came striding through the mud, ignoring the downpour as he reached the edge of the courtyard. He took one look at my face, at the silver light threatening to break through my grey eyes, and stopped ten feet back."Callum said you left the west wing in haste," Jace said, his voice grave over the rush of the storm. "Your aura is bleeding all the way to the main gate




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