Gwendolyn Heath comes to the fertility clinic terrified she will never conceive. Dr. Thane Stirling's commanding presence turns the sterile white room into a place of raw possession, his protocols bending into rough breeding sessions that fill the void she cannot name.

Each visit deepens the pull, and each one goes further past the protocol than the last. The crescent scar on her belly is something he never asks about. She keeps coming back anyway.

She wonders how much of her fear she will hand over to the man who promises to breed her completely. Her next appointment is already on his book.