Lila
Fate must have had a cruel sense of humor. The man I had given my virginity to wasn’t just any stranger—he was the son of our enemy. And as if that wasn’t enough of a cosmic joke, I was carrying his pup.
The Moon Goddess had to have been in a foul mood when she wrote my destiny because this? This was beyond twisted.
Yet, deep within me, a small, treacherous part yearned for him. His presence had stirred something dormant, something primal. The warmth of his gaze, even laced with arrogance, felt like a tether pulling me back to the night we shared.
“You,” he said, his tone dripping with confidence. “I want you,” he added, the smirk curling on his lips, making my pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons.
“How dare you?” I snapped, my voice sharp as I restrained the growl threatening
