I trusted a shifter with my virginity. Until he got me pregnant. Then he rejected me as his mate. I was young and naive when I fell hard for bad boy Grizz, a shifter who was hot enough to melt my good girl heart. Big mistake. Because when good girls are naughty, they end up pregnant. Now I’m back in Forest Heights to care for my aunt with my son Rainer—the son I’ve been raising on my own for nine years because gruff, tough Grizz didn’t believe our baby was possible. But Rainer is living proof that shifters and humans can have babies, and now he’s showing signs of growing up to be just like his daddy. When Grizz realizes Rainer is his, he says he wants to get to know him. And the problem is, I’ll do anything for my son. Except open my heart to Grizz again. I won't be rejected twice. And it's far too dangerous, especially when a rival biker gang has their sights set on his patch of turf…

I walk into the bar with my pack, and I scent her straight away. She’s lying behind the counter with blood trailing from an injury to her head. My desire to protect her stuns me almost as much as her beauty. But it’s the smell of her blood that stuns me the most—it’s something not quite human. When she wakes up, her fear tells me all I need to know. She definitely thinks she’s mortal. I choose to disagree. I make my pack watch over her while she heals, and she’s surprised I want to protect her. It's obvious she hasn't had good experiences with shifters in the past, but I intend to show her I'm different. I also need time to find out the truth about her, including why she's being hunted by our kind for reasons I’m yet to understand. All I know is that whoever this woman really is, she’s special. And she's mine...

Mav disappeared before I could ever tell him -- about the child I carried. I’ve had years to get over him, and I’ve tried. But the second I see him again my heart lurches -- and it’s like all that time evaporates. I still burn for him, even though I know it’s a bad idea. I try to remind myself about the bad things: his possessiveness, his quick temper, but -- he’s different now. More mature. Protective. Settled. And hiding something... Something bigger than the child we share... Allowing him back into my heart could crush me -- but I’ve never felt safer than when I’m in his arms. Can I really have the man I love for good? Or will our past mistakes keep us from a happy future?