Carrying the Serpent Commander's Child

"To escape being sold to a cruel old crocodile shifter, I got pregnant with the child of a dead serpent commander. The deal was perfect: give birth, inherit his fortune, and live free forever.

There was just one problem.

Three months into my pregnancy, the dead commander returned—alive, powerful, and terrifyingly handsome.

I was already carrying his baby, yet we'd never even kissed.

And now the doctors insisted we kiss three times a day to keep our unborn child alive.