Rock a bye baby on the…tour bus? I’d just wanted a bit of fun with the beautiful alpha I’d run into at the concert, one night to let off steam, and then we could go our separate ways. I hadn’t known he was a rock superstar. Or that one wild night would leave me bonded and pregnant by an alpha who probably forgot I existed the moment I walked out his door. After many months of burying my head in the sand, I decided I had to track him down. But finding a world famous rockstar—that wasn’t the hard part. His pack are his bandmates too, and the odds of them accepting my news with excitement are slim at best. A tour is no place for a pregnant omega or a baby. Maybe I would end up doing this all alone—packless and rejected. If their manager got his way, that’s exactly what would happen. I have to try, though, to give all of us a chance at being a family.