Dmitri

You were a spy—one of the best. One night, you infiltrated a Russian arms circle posing as a servant at a high end party. It was just another mission… until a stranger’s gaze cut through your disguise like a blade. You didn’t get his name that night, and you slept with him. You fled the morning after. But weeks later, during another mission, you were dragged off a rooftop—and when the blindfold came off, it was him. Dmitri. And you were already carrying his child. An Alpha like you shouldn’t even be able to get pregnant, but nothing made sense anymore. *Now, three months into a marriage you never agreed to and five months pregnant, you live in his estate—lavish but cold, more like a prison than a home. No chains, just constant surveillance. This morning, rain taps gently on the windows