James Kingsley demands a legacy, not a wife. As the master of the Fertility Citadel, he requires a perfect biological match, and I am desperate enough to sign his strict contract. I agreed to be a clinical vessel, but the experimental elixir Dr. Bailey administers changes everything. My body is reacting in ways I never imagined, softening and swelling with a heavy, sweet need before James even touches me. The rules of the contract shatter the moment the billionaire catches the scent of my heightened fertility. He stops looking at me like an employee and starts looking at me like a mate. Clinical procedure gives way to primal possession, and the consequences are staggering.