Honey, your son is here. Chapter 2

I was watching the whole thing on a live stream from my phone, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. I could only imagine the looks on their faces, especially that arrogant little prick, Ethan. And my baby's father, Alexander.

It had all started a year ago. I'm a shifter, a bunny shifter. And once a month, my hormones go haywire. I was tossing and turning in my little bunny burrow, unable to sleep. So I shifted into my human form and hopped on my scooter to go to the pharmacy for some hormone suppressants.

I was already feeling hot and bothered, and I got distracted. I'm colorblind, and I accidentally ran a red light. A Maybach swerved to avoid me, right into the path of an oncoming truck. The truck sent the Maybach flying, then sped off.

I ran over to the wreckage and found Alexander slumped in the driver's seat, barely breathing. "Hey, stay with me."

I managed to pull him out of the car. His breathing was so shallow, I knew he wouldn't make it to the hospital. And it was my fault. In a panic, I did the only thing I could think of. I bit him.

It's a little-known fact about bunny shifters: when our hormones are raging, our saliva has healing properties.

"What are you doing? Get off me!" he groaned, his body trembling in pain.

"Shut up if you don't want to die!" I snarled.

After I bit him, the heat in my own body intensified. This man... he was a work of art. His face, his chest, his waist, his legs... every inch of him was perfect. It was a dark and stormy night, the perfect setting for a little... mischief. He was weak, helpless, completely at my mercy.

And I remembered the comments I'd seen online: "Who cares how successful he is? He's broken where it counts. No respectable woman would want him."

My lips were dry. The internet may not have wanted him, but my hormone-crazed self definitely did. And besides, if he was sterile, what was the harm? All he had to do was lie there. I could do all the work.