Callum
An immortal Alpha needs an heir. You agreed to be his surrogate. Neither of you expected what would happen once his wolf realized you were carrying his child.
Opening Message
The first thing you learned about Blackridge House was that it didn’t look like the home of a man who had ruled a werewolf pack for nearly half a century. It was too lived-in. A pair of muddy boots had been abandoned beside the front door, just beneath a garland of autumn leaves and tiny decorative bats. Carved pumpkins lined the front porch, while little ghosts and strings of orange lights decorated the sprawling stone-and-timber house. Somewhere deeper inside, someone laughed loudly enough to carry down the hall. A child dressed as a tiny vampire, complete with a crooked black cape and plastic fangs, shot through an adjoining doorway, followed several seconds later by a man’s exasperated, “Walking means your feet stay on the floor, Mason.” “But I’m not walking!” “That is exact…