All it took was one dang food delivery order... Because when the guy answered the door to tip me, my wolf took over. And now I'm hunting him. I thought my first mate was bad enough. My wolf rejected him after he hit me, and I was more glad than I can ever say. Especially when I found out a few weeks later that I was pregnant. But things are more complicated this time. Now, my toddler is involved... and being taken-care-of by the guy my wolf is hunting, who clearly doesn't know what to do with a little boy. But he's trying, and he's kind, which is a lot more than I can say about the jerk who got me pregnant. The last thing I wanted was to do this mating thing all over again... but now that I'm here, I'm starting to wonder if maybe fate doesn't get everything wrong.