His Unwanted Mate, Her Forbidden Magic

r. Evans's words pierced through the encroaching darkness, a lifeline thrown into a void. *Carrying your heir.* The phrase

ddles to my skin. My back arched off the bed. The world came rushing back in a gasp of pain

. And I was

re so well finally cracking. His face was pale, his stormy eyes wide with a dawning, horr

d, the single word

tabilizing agent into my IV. "The magical backlash of the rejection triggered a cascade failure, but her body is figh

home, there had been one last time. A night fueled by a desperate, foolish hope on my part and, I now realized, a moment of c

changed. This wasn't just my life anymore. A fierce, primal wave of protectiveness washed over me,

and something else... something I couldn't name. "A trick," he finally snarled, recovering

ft cold, hard rage in their place. "A trick?" I rasped, my voice raw. "You think I w

his mind clearly struggling to process the new reality. An heir. The one thing he, as an Alpha, was duty-bo

iring behind his eyes. An heir complicated everything. It tied him to me in a way that e

I could hear it. The certainty was gone, replaced by a thread of panic. "The rejection s

asset. A political tool.

d loved for five years, the man who was the father of my unborn child, and I felt nothing

leaving me in the echoing silence. I was alone, broken, r

*

run all the way from her cottage, her blonde hair escaping its braid, her cheeks flushed. She

ly taking my hand. Her touch was warm, a stark contrast to t

unable to speak past

ropping to a fierce whisper. "The baby. Oh, Clara." She sque

mind. "I can't stay here, Sophie. I can't raise a child in his shadow, to be tr

ould let me carry the child, and then he would cast me aside and raise his heir with Isabel

gaining strength. "It's on neutral ground. H

across her face. "Good," she said, her voice firm. "Good. You wi

rimoires, my components from the workshop, a bag of clothes. She would disable the enchanted wards on my infirmary windo

ould be severe for us both. But the alternative-stayi

ht, focusing on the tiny life inside me. *I will protect you,* I vowed silently, my hand resting on my s

of the monitor was a steady companion. Every creak in the hall

, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My injured leg screamed in protest. I bit my lip to keep from crying out

ard a soft click from the

l for support. The cool night air that drifted through the open window

g behind. Then, with a deep breath and a prayer to the Goddess, I