Broken By Her Mate

A black ops beast broke me into a million pieces. Now he’s back to claim me.
He says some enemy is targeting me for a dark breeding program.
But I know he’s not rescuing me. He’s just using my plus-size curves for his own purposes.
Because in order to be protected, I must pretend to be his mate. And soon, he’ll knock me up too.

He rejected me and shattered my heart years ago. But I’ve moved on since.
I found comfort in food and my job as a pastry chef. But now my cruel ex is back.
When he tells people that I’m his fiancée, I’m too shocked to respond.
And when he says we’re moving in together pronto, I’m forced to agree.

By the time my wits catch up with me, it’s already too late.
It’s humiliating how I want to beg the wolf who rejected me to claim my plus-size curves.
It’s humiliating how he has me losing control like a helpless girl. Over and over again.
He’s reminding my body of his cruel rejection, of my obedience when he’s around.

Will the bad wolf claim my pregnant belly for real?