Mating with a ruthless vampire clone feels like handing a weapon to the villain of the story-messy, chaotic, and guaranteed to leave claw marks on my heart.
The whispers behind my back and the simmering resentment in my community are just the tip of the iceberg. Losing Alistair and Rhea shattered us, and now Sari and Wilde are determined to break Rafe and me, emotionally and physically, one calculated blow at a time. If that wasn't enough, the Beltane ritual left me with a life-altering revelation I'm not ready to face.
Spoiler alert: I have raw, uncontrollable magic surging through me that I have no idea how to control. Now I'm not just a mate, a leader, or a target.
The cherry on the top of my stress sundae? I also went into heat, and my world flipped upside down faster than a cat chasing a laser pointer. Taurus's casual jokes about having a baby should've rolled off me like water off a cat's back. Instead, they've planted seeds of chaos in my mind. Is it even possible?
With war brewing between factions of the Resistance, every move I make feels like a step closer to disaster.
The question is: can I protect Rafe, hold my fractured family together, and survive the oncoming storm?
Or will the hurricane that is Taurus coming into my life tear everything apart?
