I Gave Him Nine Lives, He Gave Me a Pregnant Rival
I am one of the last of the merfolk, born with the ability to create Mermaid's Pearls.
Pearls that can bring the dead back to life.
After the werewolf, Kyle, saved me from human hunters, I would have done anything for him.
He died nine times expanding his pack’s territory. Each time, my pearl brought him back.
The ninth time, I was too weak to even stand.
But the first thing he did when he woke up was pull a sexy omega she-wolf into his arms and flirt, "Baby, you smell incredible—not like Althea. Her scent does nothing for me."
He glanced at my pale face, annoyed. "Go rest. Get ready for the next time. I'll need you again soon."
The next time?
He had no idea. There would be no next time.
I only had nine pearls. And I'd just given him my last.