The Coffin He Built for Love
I’m a werewolf, eight months pregnant with my vampire mate's hybrid child.
When the contractions hit, my vampire mate, Justin, locked me in an ice coffin carved with runes meant to suppress childbirth.
I screamed. I begged him. He just said, "Wait."
But this was all for his childhood sweetheart. Isolde. The pureblood vampire had used dark blood magic to carry his pure-blood heir without having sex.
The first vampire child born in a millennium would receive the Progenitor's ultimate blessing. It would purify the bloodline. It would break a curse generations in the making.
"That honor belongs to Isolde's child," Justin said, his voice pure ice.
"You already have my love, Gracie. This coffin ju