Pack Baby for the Billionaires

Three powerful alphas. One omega who just signed an iron-clad contract to carry their heir.

Hastings, Fritz, and Etienne were billionaire alphas who didn’t do romance. They didn’t want a mate, and they certainly didn’t want a “happily ever after.” They only wanted a legacy, and they had the funds to get exactly what they desired. All they needed was the perfect omega to answer their advert.

I was far from a billionaire. I was just Presley. A girl living in a cramped caravan, working in a café, and the only thing I wanted in life was a cat—one that didn’t leave dead mice on my pillow. I wanted a cozy place to call home, and when I saw their advert for a surrogate, it felt like my only way out.

The terms were simple:

The baby would be conceived naturally.

I would live with them for the duration of the pregnancy.

I’d be compensated handsomely—five thousand pounds a week.

Zero emotional attachment.

When it was over, I’d walk away.

I thought it would be easy to be their surrogate. I told myself I was prepared for the heat, the knots, and the commanding nature of three alphas who saw me as nothing more than a means to an end.

But the moment my heat hit, something shifted. Something impossible.

My scent called to them in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Their biology responded to mine like a lock finding its key.

And now I’m caught between the pack who never wanted love and the quiet life I’ve always dreamed of.