Bonding the Band

Rock a bye baby on the…tour bus?

I’d just wanted a bit of fun with the beautiful alpha I’d run into at the concert, one night to let off steam, and then we could go our separate ways.

I hadn’t known he was a rock superstar.

Or that one wild night would leave me bonded and pregnant by an alpha who probably forgot I existed the moment I walked out his door.

After many months of burying my head in the sand, I decided I had to track him down. But finding a world famous rockstar—that wasn’t the hard part.

His pack are his bandmates too, and the odds of them accepting my news with excitement are slim at best.

A tour is no place for a pregnant omega or a baby.

Maybe I would end up doing this all alone—packless and rejected. If their manager got his way, that’s exactly what would happen.

I have to try, though, to give all of us a chance at being a family.