I stole my billionaire boss’s sperm.
Because I accidentally smashed his ten-million-dollar vase, and unless I planned to spend the next two hundred years cleaning his mansion, I needed a better retirement plan.。
So when I found Damian Voss’s fertility sample marked for destruction, I took it.
Then I got pregnant.
And I gave birth to four wolf pups.
There was only one problem.
Damian was supposed to be human.
An even bigger problem?
The pups smelled exactly like him.
Now I am hiding four fire-breathing, furniture-floating, hurricane-summoning babies inside my billionaire boss’s mansion while he corners me in dark hallways, leans close enough to breathe against my neck.
“They’re my pups, aren’t they?”
