My Baby Daddy Isn’t Human
"Listen, buddy, your cock was the last thing that got inside me, so unless I’m having some kind of miracle baby, yeah, you’re the father. Congrats." — Raelynn had one goal that night—drown her sorrows in cheap whiskey after getting fired from her job. What she didn’t plan on was two surprises: one, a steamy night with a ridiculously good-looking stranger, and two, a $10,000 check for her the next morning. Jackpot, right? Wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the biggest surprise of all—she’s pregnant. And the father? None other than Elion Vaelorian, the country’s richest and most powerful businessman, with a face that could melt ice... and a personality just as cold. What Raelynn doesn’t know is that Elion isn’t just any man. And the baby she’s carrying? Let’s just say it’s far from ordinary, and its existence could shake the foundations of the world she knows.
His Invitation
Raelynn sat in front of the vanity mirror as Hera worked behind her, arranging her hair into soft waves that framed her face. The room was quiet, save for the faint rustling of fabric and the occasional clink of hairpins. Unlike other mornings, Raelynn wasn't her usual chatty self. Her gaze remained fixed on the mirror, though her eyes were distant, as if lost in thought.
Her silence hadn't gone unnoticed. Hera glanced at her through the reflection, her lips pressing into a thin line before she finally spoke.
"You're unusually quiet today," Hera said softly, carefully adjusting a strand of Raelynn's hair. "Something on your mind?"
Raelynn blinked, pulling herself out of her thoughts. "Just tired," she muttered, her voice flat. "Didn't sleep well."
Hera frowned, setting the brush down on the vanity. "This wouldn't have anything to do with your argument with Elion, would it?"