I stole my billionaire boss’s sperm. Because I accidentally smashed his ten-million-dollar vase, and unless I planned to spend the next two hundred years cleaning his mansion, I needed a better retirement plan.。 So when I found Damian Voss’s fertility sample marked for destruction, I took it. Then I got pregnant. And I gave birth to four wolf pups. There was only one problem. Damian was supposed to be human. An even bigger problem? The pups smelled exactly like him. Now I am hiding four fire-breathing, furniture-floating, hurricane-summoning babies inside my billionaire boss’s mansion while he corners me in dark hallways, leans close enough to breathe against my neck. “They’re my pups, aren’t they?”
