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.
The absurdity of it hits me, and I sink onto the now-pillowless bed. A hysterical laugh bubbles up in my throat. Of all the scenarios I imagined when I woke up, the Lycan King becoming a pillow thief wasn’t one of them. “I wish he’d just kill me and get it over with,” I mumble,…
“The relationship.” His breath fans across my face, it smells like peppermint. “Who is it?” Oh. My mouth goes even drier-not that I thought it was possible. “Answer me.” The king’s voice drops lower, a growl that vibrates through his fingers and into my bones. The pressure increases, but only at the tips of his…
“Answer!” The king’s roar shakes dust from the rafters. Rafe’s face presses against the floor, his shoulders trembling. “High Alpha, I didn’t-she was never marked-“ “Silence!” As if he hadn’t been demanding an answer a literal moment ago. The temperature spikes. A faint glow emanates from the king’s skin, pulsing in time with his rage.…
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. What can I possibly say that won’t end with my throat torn out? “I-“ Alpha’s palm slams against the table. The sound cracks through the room like a gunshot, and I flinch back violently. Wine sloshes from glasses, and somewhere, a fork clatters to the floor. At…
“Tell me, are you mated to one of those Blue Mountain mutts?” The question makes me flinch. Rafe’s face flashes through my mind, and Ellie right beside him. Bile rises in my throat. I shake my head. My eyes burn with unshed tears. His fingers tighten on my jaw. “Don’t lie to me, little human.…
It doesn’t matter. She’s ours. The calm certainty in Fenris’s voice is far too comforting, making me almost feel like he’s right. Like he’s brainwashing me with his determination. “This obsession of yours is going too far.” Is it? “Yes.” Then will you return her to the wolf who’s laid his claim all over her?…
“You’re not some helpless damsel. You can do this.” A distant howl cuts through the night, freezing the blood in my veins. I stop dead in my tracks, ears straining to pinpoint the direction. It came from behind me, far off but clear. No. No, it can’t be. They’re not looking for me. They don’t…
The Lycan King. Oh, God. Or Moon Goddess. Or who-the-fuck-ever deity is up there. I’ve been wandering through the woods with the most dangerous shifter alive, treating him like some kind of pet. Telling him my pathetic life story. My knees threaten to give out again, but his grip keeps me upright. The forest spins…
“Yours?” It’s amazing how much my heart hurts. Again. “No, I’m not. I’m human, remember? I don’t belong to this pack, and I certainly don’t belong to you.” Rafe stands, towering over me. His eyes blaze with amber fire, his wolf is fighting for control. He steps forward, and I step back, only for the…
The air outside the omega lodge crackles with an unfamiliar energy. Our small werewolf city, usually a picture of serene efficiency, now buzzes with frantic activity. Wolves dart to and fro, their movements urgent and purposeful. The central garden, once a lush oasis of tranquility, lies in ruins. Dirt flies as workers tear up flowerbeds…