Isolde Gray never believed in monsters until one claimed her as his. The night she stumbled into the misty forest, she was running from her past, but she didn't know she was running straight into the arms of something far more dangerous and intoxicating. Lucian Black, the Lycan King, ruthless and powerful, cursed by a darkness that should terrify her, yet when he looks at her with those molten eyes, all she feels is heat and hunger and something that feels dangerously close to belonging. He says she's his fated mate and an ancient bond ties her soul to his, but there's something he's hiding in the shadows of his castle, in those dark towers and hidden chambers where secrets breathe and obsession lives. She should run and every logical part of her screams to escape this place and escape him, escape the way his touch ignites her skin and his whispered words promise both her destruction and salvation, but the bond won't release her and the truth is, she's not sure she wants it anymore. Because when he holds her in the darkness and she sees past the monster everyone fears, she finds something raw and broken and beautiful, something that calls to the shattered pieces of her own soul, and maybe, just maybe, they're both exactly what the other needs. Some bonds are written in starlight and shadow, and this one was always meant to be theirs.