In a fake mating bond with my sworn enemy, the last thing I should’ve done was surrender—to his touch, to his scent, to the bond that tied our fates beneath the blood moon.
But I did both.

I fell for the alpha who destroyed my pack.
I carry the child of the wolf who swore he’d never love me.

They call it destiny—the ancient pull between fated mates—but ours was born from politics and bloodshed, not love. He marked me for peace, not passion. And still, his touch made my bones ache with longing.
He whispered, “You belong to me. The bond chose you for a reason.”
He growled, “I’ve never known peace until I had you in my arms.”

But just when my heart dared to trust him, I heard him tell his true beloved, “I’ll never mate her. This is only for the treaty.”
A vow to another.
A dagger to me.

He will never atone for what he’s done.
And he will never know the truth.
That beneath my heart beats a second one—
his heir. Our secret. My revenge.

The Alpha’s Forbidden Pregnant Mate

Chapter 23

CHAPTER 15: TASTING EACH OTHER
SERAPHINA
Though I was a werewolf, I couldn’t help but feel like a lamb under Lysander’s predatory gaze.
I stood inside one of the bedrooms in the inn Lysander had swept us away to after we’d left the club. The club…
I had accompanied my friends to dance, had downe...

CHAPTER 15: TASTING EACH OTHER

SERAPHINA

Though I was a werewolf, I couldn’t help but feel like a lamb under Lysander’s predatory gaze.

I stood inside one of the bedrooms in the inn Lysander had swept us away to after we’d left the club. The club…

I had accompanied my friends to dance, had downe...

Chapter 15