They Burned Me, So I Took the Alpha’s Heir and Ran

The day I buried Maribel, I found out I was pregnant. My nanny. My constant. My mother in every way that matters. Gone. Lowered into cold earth without ceremony, without pause from a world that didn’t care.

I pressed the positive pregnancy test into a velvet box, hands shaking. Xavier, my husband of five years, would finally have a reason to see me. Our heir. Something he couldn’t ignore.

But the packhouse… was alive with celebration. Xavier had planned a gathering, a show. A reminder that the Blackthorns were untouchable.