Carrying the Serpent Commander's Child
"To escape being sold to a cruel old crocodile shifter, I got pregnant with the child of a dead serpent commander. The deal was perfect: give birth, inherit his fortune, and live free forever. There was just one problem. Three months into my pregnancy, the dead commander returned—alive, powerful, and terrifyingly handsome. I was already carrying his baby, yet we'd never even kissed. And now the doctors insisted we kiss three times a day to keep our unborn child alive.
