Grace Harper has always been unwanted—until fate binds her to the cold, powerful Lycan King. As secrets unravel and danger rises, Grace must face a truth more powerful than love or freedom: she wasn’t born to escape her past… she was born to rewrite it. And the king who never wanted her might be the one who can’t let her go.
“Not my problem.” Margo’s dismissiveness is cold. “Now get moving.” I shuffle towards the kitchen, my body screaming in protest. The thought of hours of more work makes me want to cry. The kitchen is a disaster zone. Pots and pans piled high, counters sticky with spills, floors caked with who-knows-what. It’s clear no one’s…
My heart shatters anew. Did Rafe really say those things? The thought of him laughing at me behind my back, mocking my feelings… The same person who once declared his love to the moon. Who swore he’d keep me safe. “That’s not true,” I whisper, but it sounds weak and unconvincing. I guess there’s still…
“Oh. Really?” I ask, even more offended by the bald truth he speaks, though I know it’s ridiculous to feel this way. I am human. And weak. It isn’t something to argue over, but it doesn’t make his words sting any less. He hesitates, his jaw working like he’s chewing through what to say next.…
CAINE I want to see her. My wolf’s whine is loud and pathetic in my mental eardrum, but I ignore it. He’s had a bug up his ass ever since sneaking into the Blue Mountain Pack’s Mate Hunt against my orders. He was supposed to be checking on the Blue Mountain Alpha’s movements, not hunting…
“No.” “Tough. Your wolf just manifested without your permission and ran off to some woman. Start talking.” I slam my fist into the wall. The concrete cracks, blood running down my knuckles. “There’s nothing to say.” My beta doesn’t even blink, unaffected by my anger. It’s not directed at him, anyway, and he knows it.…
I shout again, waving my arms. “Get out of here!” The wolf takes a step toward me, and for a wild moment, I think he might try to drag me along with him. But then he pauses, ears swiveling as he tracks the sounds of the approaching pack. Our eyes lock one final time, and…
As much as I can be disliked among the pack, I’m not generally hated. The forest floor bites into my bare feet with every step. Twigs snap, leaves crunch, and sharp rocks dig into my soles. My toes curl against the cold, damp earth. Each step sends a jolt of pain up my leg from…
Another shiver wracks my body, and I wrap my arms around myself, trying to conserve what little warmth I have left. The wolf watches this action with what almost looks like concern. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking. “Don’t suppose you’d be willing to share some of that body heat?” I joke weakly. “No? Didn’t…
“No,” Raphael cuts in. “You should return to the Hunt. I’ll make sure she leaves.” “Mate!” the black-haired vision protests, and he touches her face. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” So gentle. So sweet. The same tone he used to use toward me. How can things change in an instant? Of course I know…
As a human, I should be miles away from any large shifter event. Especially the annual Mate Hunt. A hunt for mates. Doesn’t that sound barbaric? Yeah, it’s as bad as it sounds. Several packs in the area gather as their newly minted adult wolves shift. Females are let into the woods first and are…