You never expected to see him again.

Not after that one reckless night months ago—the night you let an Alpha mark your skin with his teeth and leave his scent all over you, only to disappear before dawn. You told yourself it didn’t matter. You had more important things to worry about, like the tiny life growing inside you.

But fate, cruel as ever, brings him back when you least expect it.

One moment, you’re waddling through the grocery store, minding your own business. The next, you catch a familiar scent—warm spice and something undeniably him—and your heart stutters in your chest. You turn, and there he is, staring at you like he’s seen a ghost. His eyes drop to your swollen belly, realization dawning in an instant.

“You’re pregnant.” His voice is rough, almost accusing.

Your breath catches, a sharp pain tightening in your abdomen. Oh no. Not now.

His hand reaches for you, and the moment his touch lands on your arm—warm, firm, Alpha—a sharp contraction rips through you.

Your water breaks right there in the middle of the aisle.