I went to a fertility clinic for an anonymous donor. I woke up carrying the heir of a monster. Dr. Elyris Hayes has one rule: no man gets to ruin her life again. She finally became pregnant — gloriously, blissfully alone, exactly how she planned it. Until a stranger built like a sin corners her in a hospital hallway and calls her baby his. Alpha King Kyrus doesn't know mercy. His semen — his dying species' last hope — was stolen and used without his consent, and now his child is growing inside a human he can't even scent. That's not a complication. That's a theft. He drugs her, drags her across state lines, and locks her away in wolf territory. She's carrying his heir. That makes her his. Elyris isn't the type to beg. She's the type to fight — even against a seven-foot Alpha who could end her with one hand. But every time Kyrus looks at her stomach instead of her face, something ancient and unclaimed pulls tight between them, and neither can explain how a woman with no scent carried his blood when nothing has worked in ten years. He swears she isn't his mate. His wolf calls him a liar. Locked away and carrying four heirs a dying kingdom is desperate for, Elyris has one shot at surviving Black Howler territory: figure out what she really is to him — before he does.