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 MoreI signed the contract on a Tuesday, at a desk in an office so quiet I could hear my own pen against the paper.Dr. Reyes sat across from me, watching without watching keenly. Sophie thought I was at a nanny agency interview. I’d rehearsed the lie in the mirror that morning until it stopped sounding like one.“Take your time,” Dr. Reyes said. “There’s no penalty for reading it twice.”I’d already read it four times. Every clause was carved into my memory by now, the anonymity terms, the medical obligations, the section outlining what would happen to the compensation if anything went wrong during the pregnancy. My hand shook slightly on the final signature line, not from doubt exactly, more from the weight of watching my old life close behind me like a door.“Once this is signed,” I said, “there’s no version of me that gets to change her mind.”“There’s a rescission window. Seventy two hours.” She said it gently, the way you’d offer someone an exit they were unlikely to take. “After tha
The council chamber smelled like old money and grudges, and I had spent the better part of an hour listening to five men who had never worked a day outside a boardroom lecture me about legacy.“Six generations, Killian.” Elder Voss said my name the way he always did, without the title, a small deliberate insult he thought I hadn’t noticed. “Six generations of Blackwoods have led this pack, and every one of them secured the line before their thirtieth year. You’re twenty eight.”“I’m aware of my own age.”“Then you’re aware of the timeline you’ve been given.” He folded his hands on the table between us, a gesture meant to look reasonable. It didn’t look that way. “A year, Killian. That was the agreement when your father passed the seat to you early. A year to secure an heir, or the council reconvenes on the matter of leadership.”I kept my expression flat, the same one I used in every boardroom in this city, the one that gave nothing away. “The agreement was made under duress, at my fa
I didn’t sleep that night. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling until the numbers stopped meaning anything, and by morning I’d made a decision I wasn’t proud of. I told myself I was only going to look.The agency had no sign on the street. Just a private elevator that needed a code from the card itself, and a waiting room upstairs done entirely in white. I sat there in my one good coat until a woman in a pale blue uniform called my name.“Miss Vance.” She had a clipboard and a tight smile. “This way.”The intake room was smaller, more clinical. She took my blood pressure, asked about my health history. She then set her pen down and looked at me properly for the first time.“You’re an omega.”“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”“It’s very relevant.” She came closer and inhaled once, slow, and something shifted in her face. “Suppressed. That’s unusual. Most omegas your age haven’t figured out how to do that on their own.”I didn’t answer, because I didn’t know how to explain it. I’d
Silas came back three days later, and this time he didn’t bother with the car.He knocked on our door like he’d been invited, two patient knocks that felt worse than if he’d pounded on it. I’d been dreading it since the night on the steps, half hoping the card in my jacket pocket had been some kind of fluke or a threat that would lose its nerve. It hadn’t. I could feel it there every time I put the jacket on, a small square of card that seemed to weigh more than it should.I opened the door slowly with my sister Sophie’s homework spread across the kitchen table behind me. There he was, dry despite the drizzle, an umbrella held over him by someone I hadn’t even noticed standing at his shoulder.“Miss Vance.” He smiled like we were old friends. “May I come in?”“No.” I kept my hand on the door frame. “You can say whatever you came to say from right there.”Something flickered across his face, amusement maybe, or the beginning of it. He probably wasn’t used to being told no. I could se
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