He watches her cafe from a black Range Rover. With one phone call, he buys the cafe's $3,000 lease and her $400 room in Queens, and she has no idea why. He does not understand why a $7.99 hole in her jeans and a $5.80 train ticket make his chest burn. She does not understand why the strawberry-shaped bite mark on her neck throbs with golden heat whenever she touches the black wool coat she was supposed to donate thirty-six days ago. Emma has $188 left in a pot stained with mandazi oil. Her rent is due tomorrow. Her mother is in a hospital in Kisumu. She thinks paying rent is her biggest problem. It is not. The Lycan King never forgets a scent he has marked. Emma thought she disappeared without a trace. She did not.

‎Zara Quinn hid three Alpha heirs under Luna's Loaf bakery in Aspen. Kael Blackwood came for bread that never molds, and found babies with his eyes. ‎ ‎I was broke, wolf less, 22, and pregnant with three Alpha babies. ‎ ‎One snowstorm. One white wolf through my bakery door. One night by the oven with Kael Blackwood - Aspen's billionaire Alpha heir. ‎ ‎He left $500. I kept his secret triplets. ‎ ‎Three years later, my babies knead dough that rises without yeast. Bread that never molds while Blackwood Forest starves. Bread every wolf in Aspen can smell. ‎ ‎Now Kael is back to bury his father and buy my bakery. He smells his blood under my counter. ‎ ‎HeHe wants the triplets for the Blackwood Pack. The Fae Council wants them dead because half-human heirs can't be Alpha. ‎ ‎I  have  one recipe left - War Bread - that can seal the forest or burn Aspen. ‎ ‎I won't let him take them. Even if he is the only Alpha who ever made my oven warm. ‎ ‎Tropes: Small-town bakery romance + secret triplets + rejected mate + Alpha billionaire + Fae magic + second chance ‎