The Alpha's Obsession With His Breeder Mate

“You’re not sick, Luna. You’re pregnant. And there are two heartbeats.” The doctor’s words hit me harder than any fist. Pregnant? Me? The "broken" prostitute who was sold as damaged goods? I looked at Iver, expecting disgust. Expecting him to cast me aside now that his "breeder" had complicated his life with bastard children. Instead, the ruthless Alpha fell to his knees. "Mine," he whispered, his hand trembling as it touched my stomach. "We get married. Today." But happiness is a luxury I can't afford. Because I’m not just a rogue. I discovered the truth in the archives—my blood isn't dirty. It’s royal. I am the heir to the Aurelian line, a bloodline so powerful it was hunted to extinction. And now, I’m carrying two heirs that could destroy the entire wolf hierarchy. The pack wants me dead. The council wants me exiled. But Iver? He stood before the entire council, eyes blazing gold. "She is my wife. She carries my pups. Anyone who touches her dies." War is coming. And I’m the weapon.