My name is Alison Shadowfang. I'm the sacrificial lamb in a werewolf alliance marriage. My fiancé, Hawk Silvermoon, hates the arrangement. On eight full moons—eight times—he stands me up at the altar. Instead, he is in our wedding bed—I have personally prepared—tangles up with that rogue, Cella Turner. I record every moment of their betrayal. Then, I turn around and marry Reyn Silvermoon, the most powerful wolf in the territory, Hawk's own uncle—the supreme Alpha. On the ninth full moon, Hawk looks down at me with that familiar arrogance. "Beg me," he said, "and I might finally make you my wife." He even expects me to serve him and his mistress. I just smile and take Reyn's hand. "Consider our engagement over," I said. "From now on, you can call me Aunt Alison."