Rejected While Carrying His Heir

Synopsis

The nausea hit before the alarm. I barely made it to the bathroom. My knees cracked against the cold tile as I hunched over the toilet, heaving until my ribs ached. The Luna suite had marble floors and gold fixtures and a walk-in closet full of clothes Desmond never noticed me wear. But at six in the morning, all that mattered was the toilet bowl. When it passed, I sat back on my heels and pressed my forehead against the cool porcelain. My wolf, Maren, stirred inside me. She'd been restless for days. *Something is different,* she whispered. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.