Hiding His Heir

MAEVIA

I pressed my palm flat against my lower stomach, feeling the faint, steady warmth humming beneath my skin. Inside, my wolf remained curled in a tight ring of protection around the fragile spark taking root in my womb. For five long years, I had prayed for this moment. I had dreamed of carrying Torin Drakos’s heir, imagining the rare warmth that would soften his hard jaw, the proud roar he