I was told my wolf never woke up.
Defective. Wolfless.
Kicked out of my pack at eighteen. I built a quiet life tending bar in the human world.
Then I took a stranger home. I bit him during sex and a mark appeared on his shoulder that wouldn't fade.
"That doesn't come off," he said.
The stranger was Kael Ashworth. Alpha King of the Eastern Territories.
I just permanently claimed the most powerful wolf in North America.
His chosen mate wants me dead. Four rival Alphas want to own me. The Council that killed my mother wants me contained.
And the wolf I was told I didn't have? She's awake now. She's powerful. She's hungry.
"I didn't mean to mark you."
"Your wolf did. And she doesn't make mistakes."
I didn't ask for any of this. But I'm not giving him back.