LOGINHe rejected me to save his pack. Now he'll destroy empires to own me, and I'll let him, right before I make him beg.... Three years ago, my fated mate tore out my throat in front of his entire pack, called me defective, and left me bleeding in the mud. My wolf died that night. Or so I thought. Now Caelan Ironwood is alpha of a crumbling territory, and he's dragged me back to his penthouse prison. His pack is dying. His rival, a psychopath named Silas Blackmoor, is closing in. And apparently, my "worthless" omega blood carries a primal gene that can birth the most powerful heirs in centuries. His solution? A breeding contract. I refuse. I fight. I tell him I'd rather die than let him touch me again. But then my first heat in three years hits like a wildfire. My body doesn't care about my hatred, it only knows one thing: alpha. Caelan is the only one who can ease the burn, and when he finally takes me, I discover a secret. Every time he knots me, I absorb his power. He thinks he's claiming a breeder. He's actually building a queen. Now I play the broken omega by day and steal his strength by night. He wants an heir. I want revenge. But somewhere between the snarling and the knotting, the lines blur. Because the monster who destroyed me is also the only one who makes me feel alive. And when Silas comes for us both, Caelan will have to choose: his pack, his pride, or the mate he shattered who now holds the leash to his ravenous, desperate soul. He rejected me to be strong. He'll beg to keep me, and I'll let him. Just not the way he expects.
View MoreShe could hear footsteps in the hallway, and she knew Caelan was coming, she knew he was so close, she could feel it.Her heart hammered against her chest so quickly and heavily, she felt like she was going to faint. Her wolf screamed with joy, and her body arched toward the door, toward his scent, toward him.No, no, no..... She was literally crying now, she hated this, she hated how quickly everything was happening, but her body didn't care.The footsteps stopped outside her door, and the three sharp raps followed impatient."Sera."His voice was rough, almost strained. He knew exactly what was happening in here. She could hear the effort it took for him to stay on the other side of that door and not barge in immediately.She didn't answer, she couldn't, not when her throat was too tight and her breath too ragged."Sera." He said, louder this time. "I can smell you. Open the door."Every instinct she had screamed at her to do it, to crawl across the floor, to throw the door open,
Her heart pounded heavily as she looked around quickly; the room was dark, the fire had burned down to embers. Wreckage was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching her with wide green eyes.And her body was on fire. She felt like she was literally burning up."No." She pressed her hand between her thighs. Her underwear was soaked completely. Slick dripped down her legs when she shifted, and her body cried out in need. "No, no, no....."Her wolf stirred again, stronger this time, like she could bear the heat."Mate....."Sera doubled over, clutching her stomach. The heat wasn't fully established yet, but it was coming. She could feel it building like a wave, gathering strength, preparing to crash over her and sweep away everything she'd built to protect herself.Three years. She'd gone three years without a heat, three years without her wolf. And now it was all coming back.Because of him! Because he'd brought her back. Because his scent was literally everywhere, because his voice
The next day, Sera had been led out of the room by Finn, claiming he wanted to show her around the pack, he wanted to show her what it'd become. The tour lasted four hours.Finn walked her through every corner of Ironwood territory, she took in how bad the situation was; the crumbling walls, the empty warehouses, the nursery where pups cried from hunger their mothers couldn't satisfy. He didn't lecture or try to convince her of anything. He simply showed her the truth, and let the truth do its work, and perhaps that had been the intention all along, to show her how much that pack was suffering so she'd willing want to help.The nursery was the worst.Sera stood at the doorway completely frozen, as a dozen pups under the age of five lay on thin mats. Their faces were pale, their eyes were dull. The faint glow of shifter magic that should have pulsed beneath their skin was barely visible, it was just a flicker, like a candle about to die.She stared at them and she just couldn't unders
Three days passed.Sera counted them by the meals left outside her door; breakfast, lunch, dinner, delivered by silent enforcers who never met her eyes. She ate little, her appetite was completely down the drain. Slept less, spent most of her time at the window, watching the dying forest and waiting for her cat to arrive.Wreckage came on the second day.Finn carried the carrier inside, set it on the floor, and left without a word. The orange tabby emerged slowly, sniffed the air, and immediately jumped onto the bed. He did not seem to care that they were prisoners, or at least he didn't seem to notice. He simply curled into a ball and began to purr.At least someone is comfortable.On the third night, Sera heard footsteps in the hallway, not Finn's. She'd learned to recognize his tread, they were efficient and unhurried. However, these footsteps were heavier and more authoritative.Caelan....She moved away from the door, positioning herself behind the armchair to put as much distace
POV: Caelan IronwoodCaelan didn't go to his office on rturning, instead, he went to the training yard.The night air was cold. The moon was hidden behind clouds. He stripped off his bloodied shirt, rolled his shoulders, and began to drill.Punch. Block. Kick. Sweep.Over and over, until his muscle
The explosion tore through the van like shrapnel through flesh.Sera hit the floor. Something heavy landed on top of her; Caelan. His body was a wall of muscle and bone, blocking her from the debris that sprayed through the ruined doors."Stay down," he ordered.She didn't argue, not when they were
POV: Caelan IronwoodSix Months Ago: Ironwood Pack TerritoryThe first time Caelan felt her again, he was drowning, not metaphorically, literally. There had been an assassination attempt; poison in his whiskey, a rogue shifter with a silver blade, and a plunge through the ice of the frozen river b
Present Day: Verance CitySera poured whiskey with steady hands. Four fingers, no ice, a flick of the wrist that sent the amber liquid spinning before it settled, she'd perfected this. She slid the glass across the sticky bartop, and the grumpy regular, a werewolf from the Southside crew, grunted h






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