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Three powerful alphas. One omega who just signed an iron-clad contract to carry their heir. Hastings, Fritz, and Etienne were billionaire alphas who didn't do romance. They didn't want a mate, and they certainly didn't want a "happily ever after." They only wanted a legacy, and they had the funds to get exactly what they desired. All they needed was the perfect omega to answer their advert. I was far from a billionaire. I was just Presley. A girl living in a cramped caravan, working in a café, and the only thing I wanted in life was a cat—one that didn't leave dead mice on my pillow. I wanted a cozy place to call home, and when I saw their advert for a surrogate, it felt like my only way out. The terms were simple: The baby would be conceived naturally. I would live with them for the duration of the pregnancy. I'd be compensated handsomely—five thousand pounds a week. Zero emotional attachment. When it was over, I'd walk away. I thought it would be easy to be their surrogate. I told myself I was prepared for the heat, the knots, and the commanding nature of three alphas who saw me as nothing more than a means to an end. But the moment my heat hit, something shifted. Something impossible . My scent called to them in ways that shouldn't be possible. Their biology responded to mine like a lock finding its key. And now I'm caught between the pack who never wanted love and the quiet life I've always dreamed of. Pack Baby for the Billionaires is a cozy but spicy why-choose omegaverse romance with : * Three billionaire alphas who fall one by one (and hard) * Rags-to-riches omega with a heart of gold * Surrogate pregnancy with a fated twist * Found family * Heats/knots/spicy scenes * Based in the UK * Forced proximity * Grumpy cat who steals every scene * HEA guaranteed