I asked a DoorDash driver to help me deliver a baby. "Deliver to who?" he asked. "The CEO of Sterling Corporation," I said. "Alexander Sterling. He's sterile." Alexander was about to be forced out of his own company because he couldn't produce an heir. Today was the press conference where they were going to announce that his illegitimate half-brother would be taking over. The Dasher arrived at the press conference, held the baby up high, and shouted, "Who's Alexander Sterling? Your DoorDash delivery is here. It's a baby boy." "Can you sign for him, please? I've got another delivery to make." 1 A hush fell over the room, followed by a wave of frantic whispers. "Is this for real? I thought he couldn't have kids. Isn't that why his father is kicking him out and giving the company to the other son?" "Yeah, that earthquake three years ago. He was saving a kid and a piece of rebar got him. No more kids. That's when his father announced he had a 'secret' son in college, to 'secure the family line.'" Now, three years later, that "secret" son, Ethan, was back, ready to push his older, legitimate brother out of the way and take over the company. Ethan had been gloating about it, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't blame me, big brother. Who told you to be a hero? An earthquake hits, and you run *towards* it to join a rescue team? Don't you know that no good deed goes unpunished?" "You saved some random kid, and now you can never have one of your own. It's almost... tragic. You had it all, and you just threw it away. I thought I'd be the bastard son forever, but look at me now. Winning without even trying." I had been at the mall nearby, dressed in a furry bunny costume, trying to earn some money for baby formula. I'd gone to the restroom on my break and overheard Ethan mocking my baby's father. I decided then and there that I had to do something. I found a Dasher outside. "I'll Venmo you fifty bucks to make a delivery to the Sterling Corporation press conference. It's an express order." "What am I delivering?" he asked. I held up a sweet, pink, sleeping baby. "Deliver this to the sterile CEO, Alexander Sterling. Tell him it's his son. And if he doesn't believe you, tell him to get a paternity test." The Dasher's eyes went wide. "Are you serious? You're not trying to pull a fast one on me, are you? This isn't some kidnapped baby, right? Everyone knows that guy can't have kids." I didn't know how to explain. But then his expression changed. "You know what? I'll do it. I can't stand seeing illegitimate kids steal what's not theirs. Let's do this." Ten minutes later, just as Alexander's father was about to announce that Ethan would be taking over as CEO, the Dasher burst in. "Who's Alexander Sterling? Your DoorDash baby is here. Sign for it, I'm in a hurry." The room exploded. Reporters swarmed the Dasher, microphones and cameras in his face. "What did you just say you were delivering?" "His son," the Dasher said, his voice booming. "Now, where is he? Mr. Sterling, your kid is here. Can you come sign, please? I've got another delivery to make." 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. 3 My hormones were in control. I couldn't resist. I pushed him back into the wrecked Maybach. What happened next was a blur of passion and chaos. "What are you doing? Who do you think you are? Stop touching me!" He was being so loud. So I took off his tie and blindfolded him. I leaned in and bit his neck, my voice a low growl. "Shut up. I saved your life. Now you're mine." When it was all over, I heard the faint sound of sirens. I pulled up my pants and ran. Before I sped off on my scooter, I couldn't resist leaving him with one last, dramatic declaration. "Remember this. You've been marked by me. Even if you are sterile, you will remain faithful to me. And in return, I will protect you for the rest of your life." He probably thought I was crazy. I never thought I'd actually have to make good on that promise. And I definitely never thought... I thought he was sterile. I thought there would be no consequences. But then, a few weeks later, I was hit with a wave of morning sickness. You've got to be kidding me. "Sterile," my ass. Well, if I was pregnant, I was having the baby. Single motherhood sounded kind of awesome, actually. So I gave birth to a whole litter of bunnies. Seven of them. Six of them were still in their bunny forms, adorable little fluffballs. Only the seventh, my little Lucky, was a human baby. He must have taken after his father. I had no intention of using my son to get anything from his father. But then that little bastard Ethan started bullying him. And Alexander Sterling had been marked by me. That made him mine. And my biggest flaw is that I'm fiercely protective of what's mine. My second biggest flaw? I love chaos. 4 The press conference was in complete pandemonium. Only Alexander remained seated, calm and composed. He clearly didn't believe the baby was his. But his mother, Eleanor, had already rushed over to the Dasher and taken the baby, tears of joy streaming down her face. "He... he looks just like Alexander did as a baby! This is my grandson! It has to be!" She turned to her husband, her voice triumphant. "Do you see this, Richard? I have a grandson! And you still want to say my son isn't fit to be the heir?" After years of dealing with her son's infertility, her husband's betrayal, and the humiliation of his illegitimate son, Eleanor was done playing nice. She didn't care if the baby was actually her grandson or not. She was going to use him to burn it all down. Richard Sterling rushed over. "What is the meaning of this, Alexander?" Alexander didn't move. The reporters were shouting questions. "Mr. Sterling, is this really your son? Weren't you sterile? Who is the mother? Are you just using this baby to disrupt the press conference?" Alexander didn't answer. It was Ethan who was losing his mind. "Dad, this is ridiculous! This baby could be anyone's! They're just trying to cause a scene! It won't work! A paternity test will prove he's not Alexander's! Just make the announcement! Let me take over the company!" Eleanor walked over to Ethan and slapped him across the face. "A paternity test? I don't need a test to know my own grandson." Ethan almost hit her back, but he restrained himself. "Dad, see? They're scared! They know the baby isn't his!" Suddenly, Alexander stood up. He walked out of the room without a word, like he wanted no part in the ridiculous drama. His back was straight, but there was a sadness in his posture that was heartbreaking. The cameras followed him until he disappeared through a side door, surrounded by his bodyguards. 5 The internet was buzzing. Someone tweeted at Alexander: "If you could go back in time, would you still save that kid in the earthquake? If you hadn't, you wouldn't have to be pulling this fake baby stunt to save face." His reply was short and to the point: "Yes." That's my baby daddy. But why wasn't he getting a paternity test? Who said Lucky was a fake baby? If my other six little bunnies could shift into human form, I would have sent them all. I was at the mall, buying more formula, when two large men in suits blocked my path. "Ma'am, Mr. Sterling would like to see you." "What? Why? I don't even know him," I said, my heart pounding. I didn't mind sending him a son, but I hadn't planned on revealing myself. How did they find me so fast? "We know you're the one who hired the Dasher," one of the men said. "Please, come with us." I had no choice. They led me to a black Maybach. The same one from the accident, now fully repaired. Alexander was sitting inside. He looked at me, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. "You?" "Hi," I said with a nervous smile. "Fancy seeing you here." His calm, composed mask finally cracked. "Is the baby yours?" Before I could answer, he shook his head. "No, it's impossible. I can't have children." The disappointment in his voice was palpable. I took a deep breath, and with a pop, my two long, fluffy bunny ears sprang from the top of my head. I wiggled them at him. "I'm not a normal woman. I'm a bunny shifter. See? You can touch them if you don't believe me." He did. His fingers were so soft against my fur. My cheeks flushed. "Damn it. I forgot you're not supposed to touch a bunny's ears. It... makes us... you know." He quickly pulled his hand back, his own ears turning a bright red. "You're incorrigible," he muttered. "It's a normal biological reaction," I said defensively. "If I were to touch your... you know..." My eyes traveled down his long, muscular legs, and I had to stop myself from drooling. "You're telling me you wouldn't have a reaction?" He immediately shifted in his seat, trying to hide himself from my gaze. "Are you even a woman?" he said, his voice a mixture of outrage and embarrassment. What's the big deal? I've touched it before. I've touched every inch of him. Why were men so proud of sleeping with women, but so embarrassed when a woman was proud of sleeping with them? His blush just made me want to tease him more. 6 Just then, his phone rang. It was his mother. "Alexander, where are you? You need to get out of town. Your father is sending people to find you. He's insisting on a paternity test. He says he won't let some random baby with 'unclear bloodlines' into the family. The nerve of that man, after he brought his own bastard son into our lives." "This whole 'delivery baby' thing was brilliant, by the way. But you need to lay low for a while. Go on a vacation. You haven't had one in years. As long as you're gone, he can't do anything. I'll just keep insisting the baby is my grandson. He can't prove otherwise. He wants to make my life a living hell? Well, two can play at that game. I'm going to use this baby to drive him insane!" His mother was a force of nature. But then, Alexander looked at me, a strange expression on his face, and said, "I'm on my way back to do the paternity test right now."
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