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.
I trace a loose thread on my bedsheet, keeping my gaze down so Andrew won’t see what’s in my eyes. This plan isn’t about keeping me safe. It’s about getting rid of me permanently. Ellie’s intent is to make sure I’m forever miserable. If it was about my safety, they’d send me to Sterling City.…
He shifts his weight, uncertainty flickering across his features. The silence stretches between us until he finally speaks. “Fine. I’ll come with you to Sterling City.” What? No. “I don’t need you.” “Rafe asked me to keep you safe.” Andrew’s jaw sets stubbornly. “I gave him my word.” I roll my eyes toward the ceiling.…
Even I don’t use her name. “Her name is Grace Harper,” he continues, frowning at cach Lycan in turn. “Remember it well.” Every molecule in my body wants to snap at them to keep her name out of their filthy mouths, and I wonder if Fenris is manipulating my emotions again. No, it’s just you.…
“It’s fine.” It’s not, but as long as I’m not using it much, the pain is bearable. It’s the hunger killing me now, but it’s being gatekept by a Lycan with a questionable grasp on sanity. His hand reaches out so quickly I don’t have time to flinch. My breath catches as his fingers capture…
Her voice trails off as she stares at my hand on her wrist. “You know, humans call it murder.” My fingers tighten and the scent of her fear spikes, sharp and acrid. It’s starting to grate on my nerves. I’ve given her no reason to think I’d harm her-quite the opposite, really. I’ve fed her,…
“Gross.” Another knock. “Come in.” My voice comes out scratchy. Clearing my throat, I sit up on my bed, wondering who it is. My entire body stiffens as Andrew steps through the doorway. His limp brown hair falls into his eyes and something about his expression is strange, but what catches my attention is the…
“The Lycan King made his stance quite clear.” His voice drops to a dangerous whisper. “Or did you miss that part while cowering on your knees?” A shudder runs through me at the memory of last night-the way everyone dropped except me. The raw power that had filled the room. The blood that followed. Ellie’s…
I didn’t. That’s all you. The girl rubs her wrist, head bowed. Her scent fills my nose with that maddening sweetness. The dark circles under her eyes stand out against her pale skin, and a muscle in my jaw ticks. “Eat before you faint.” She startles like a spooked deer, those green eyes darting up…
“I just had a little altercation with Rafe’s mate earlier. Since I’m human, I get hurt pretty easily.” “Altercation?” Brooding eyes shift from my wrist to my face. “Didn’t I make it clear you’re mine?” I stare at him, my mind blank. The absurdity of his claim only rises after yesterday. “No? I don’t think…
The Lycans rise from their seats, their transformations fluid and graceful. Where the Blue Mountain wolves are large, these creatures are enormous. Every one of them is larger than Alpha, and Fenris grows larger still, until his shoulders brush the ceiling. Every step of a paw is a crunch of someone’s bone, accompanied by screams…