My Mate Regretted Causing Me To Have Five Miscarriages by Alyssa J

The stench hit her first. A thick, suffocating musk of wild animal and raw sex that clawed at the back of her throat. Alivia Sanford's eyes snapped open, her brain screaming a tactical alert before she even processed the dim, jagged walls of the cave.

A heavy, burning weight crushed her shoulders into the rough stone. Pain flared across her back, sharp and real.

"Stay still," a voice growled, vibrating against her collarbone.

Alivia's vision focused. Above her, a man-no, a beast in human skin-pinned her down. Kane Hensley. The name surfaced from the swamp of memories flooding her mind, a chaotic mix of shame, desperation, and a burning obsession that wasn't hers. The agent in her fought through the emotional sludge, piecing together the tactical reality: the original Alivia had drugged him. She had tried to force a mating.

And now, the drug was burning through his system, and he was looking at her like she was a piece of filth stuck to his boot.

His silver eyes glowed with a terrifying, feral light. His iron grip clamped onto her jaw, squeezing until her teeth ached and she tasted copper. "You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, his hot breath scalding her neck. "I should rip your throat out right now."

The killing intent was real. It rolled off him in waves, suffocating the air from her lungs. In that split second, the agent inside Alivia took over. The panic, the confusion of waking up in a stranger's body-it all evaporated, leaving only cold, hard survival instinct.

This body was a disaster. It was heavy, sluggish, and weak. But Kane was straddling her, his weight centered on her chest, leaving his lower half exposed. He thought she was just a fat, helpless fool. He thought she couldn't move.

He was wrong.

Alivia stopped struggling with her arms. She went limp, letting her eyes widen in feigned terror. Kane's grip loosened just a fraction, a smirk of disgust twisting his lips.

Big mistake.

Alivia sucked in a ragged breath, planted her foot against the sandy floor, and drove her right knee upward with every ounce of force her three-hundred-pound body could generate. She aimed for the one place no amount of muscle could protect.

The impact was sickeningly solid.