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I was the wolf heir who called our engagement bullshit to her face. She was the devil princess who smiled like she'd already won. We weren't supposed to fall in love. We weren't supposed to build a family and we definitely weren't supposed to survive what came after.

She's a powerful councilor. You're the Undercity enforcer assigned to protect her. At first, you clash-hard but danger brings you close. Assassins, politics, stolen glances... and one unexpected kiss. Can love survive when the whole city's watching-and her war-hardened mother arrives?

She was an enforcer. I was a medic from the Lanes. We never should've crossed paths-let alone fallen in love. But when Caitlyn Kiramman crashed into my clinic, bleeding and broken, everything changed. Now, with secrets, scars, and a child on the way, we're fighting for more than survival-we're fighting for a future neither city was ready to see.

I was trained to see through lies. Transferred into Night Raid, I expected killers, secrets, and blood on my hands. What I didn't expect was Chelsea-the shapeshifting infiltrator with a sharp tongue, a candy addiction, and a thousand faces she never lets anyone see for long. From the moment we clash, everything becomes a challenge. Who's the better spy. Who breaks first. Who's pretending... and who isn't. But when missions go wrong and disguises fall away, I start to see the truth beneath her teasing smiles-and she starts to see me without my armor on.

Captured by the Empire. Broken by its strongest general. Abandoned by the people I trusted. When Esdeath takes me prisoner, I expect torture... and death. What I don't expect is interest. Fire and ice. Two Teigu that should never coexist. Two monsters who recognize strength in each other. Night Raid votes to leave me behind. Then they decide my child shouldn't exist.

She was trained to feel nothing. I was supposed to die the moment she caught me. Kurome doesn't torture prisoners. She observes them. Studies them. Keeps what interests her. When she captures me, I expect death-or worse. Instead, I become something new. Not a corpse. Not a doll. Not disposable. I sit beside her while she eats candy to survive the drugs tearing her apart. I listen while she talks about murder like weather. I stay when everyone else leaves.

I was sent to kill her. She flirted instead. Leone-Night Raid's loudest fighter, heaviest drinker, and most dangerous woman-was supposed to be just another target. A clean kill. No mistakes. Instead, she laughed in the middle of our fights. Let me live. Invited me to eat. What started as assassination attempts turned into late-night meetings, bruised knuckles, shared food, and looks that lingered too long. She saw through my Imperial training, past the weapon I was made into-and decided I was worth keeping.

She hates Imperial soldiers. I used to be one. From the moment I join Night Raid, Mine makes it clear she doesn't trust me - and she's not quiet about it. Sharp words. Sharper glares. A massive rifle always aimed just close enough to be a threat. But missions have a way of changing things. Fighting side by side. Covering each other's blind spots. Running through gunfire and trusting the other person not to hesitate. Slowly, her anger turns into scrutiny. Scrutiny turns into training. And somewhere between near-death missions and whispered arguments, trust starts to form. Mine doesn't fall in love easily. She snaps. She denies. She pretends she doesn't care. But when she finally reaches for me, it's fierce, honest, and earned.

The war is over. The damage isn't. Six months after the Empire falls, I'm helping rebuild a city that barely survived-marking ruined homes, relocating families, learning how to live without anger keeping me upright. Then I meet Najenda. Former Night Raid commander. Strategist. Survivor. A woman made of scars, cigarettes, and impossible responsibility. We clash at first-civilians and soldiers always do-but somewhere between collapsed buildings, bad jokes, and near-death moments, something changes. She saves my life. Then she stays. What begins as professional cooperation turns into quiet nights, shared grief, and a bond neither of us planned for. And when I find out I'm pregnant, fear hits harder than any battlefield ever could.