Four strangers, four encounters, and one…baby?
I’d always been an expert at blowing off steam. Ready to indulge in the finer things in life, I grabbed opportunities with both hands.
In this case, those opportunities took the form of four gorgeous alphas.
How was I supposed to know they all belonged to the same pack?
Or that they were billionaires?
Rock a bye baby on the…tour bus?
I’d just wanted a bit of fun with the beautiful alpha I’d run into at the concert, one night to let off steam, and then we could go our separate ways.
I hadn’t known he was a rock superstar.
Or that one wild night would leave me bonded and pregnant by an alpha who probably forgot I existed the moment I walked out his door.
After many months of burying my head in the sand, I decided I had to track him down. But finding a world famous rockstar—that wasn’t the hard part.
His pack are his bandmates too, and the odds of them accepting my news with excitement are slim at best.
A tour is no place for a pregnant omega or a baby.
Maybe I would end up doing this all alone—packless and rejected. If their manager got his way, that’s exactly what would happen.
I have to try, though, to give all of us a chance at being a family.
Or that my symptoms were from pregnancy and not from being crushed under the mountain of stress when I had left town to take care of my recovering father?
Not all the alphas are excited about the baby news. I can’t be with only part of a pack. It’s an all-or-nothing situation, and while they might have the wealth to make this easy on me, I wasn’t exactly planning on being a single mom.
Maybe it would be better to be alone.
I have friends and family who would help me. Except…I can’t shake the craving I have for those alphas, and more than that, I don’t want to shake it.
My baby deserves dads, and I deserve a pack, whether they want me or not.
