He was a rich Bratva boss, A soulless beast in expensive, bespoke clothing. His gaze promised a night of sin, And his scorching touch branded me as his. My carefully constructed world crumbled under the weight of his dark secrets and the feral possessiveness in his eyes. He made one thing very clear that night. I belonged to him. I fought his dizzying pull, But the body of a battle-scarred god was a weapon I wasn't prepared for. And the things he did to me, The way he made me feel… A secret bloomed within me, a tiny life that would bind my soul to this untamed beast for eternity. I’m pregnant. And the price of my heart might just be my soul, because his baby means I'm his queen. Which means I either rise to the throne… …Or we’re both burned to ashes.