Pregnant, scared, and unprepared—until the sheriff claims them both.
Alice:
Three months ago, I did something reckless.
I gave my virginity to a stranger at The Hollow Oak—one night, no names, no strings.
What I left with wasn’t just memories. I left with a baby growing inside me.
Now that same stranger is staring at me across the police department while accepting a flower delivery he didn’t place.
Atlas Williams. Sheriff. Older. Off-limits. The man I never thought I’d see again.
The way he’s looking at me now that our lives have clashed once more? It’s like he wants to devour me all over again—and keep me, too.
Atlas:
I shouldn’t have touched her that night, but loneliness got the best of me—and Alice was impossible to resist.
Soft lips. Wide eyes. Innocence wrapped in temptation.
I told myself it would be one night, but I lied. I’ve craved her ever since, haunted by the memory of her body trembling under mine.
Now she’s here, within my reach. Pregnant. Carrying my child.
That only fuels the hunger I’ve been choking down for months.
Because Alice isn’t just some girl I can walk away from—she’s mine. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it.
