I make a living bringing dead motorcycles back to life.I never expected one of them to show me a murder.The man I saw die was Ronan Kade — the feared Alpha of the Iron Reign Riders.Except Ronan Kade walked into my garage the next morning. Alive.He should have been dead for six years.He knows what I saw. I know he's hiding something. And neither of us expects the attraction between us to become more dangerous than the secret we're hunting.Then another Alpha dies. And I see the same black mark beneath his skin that I saw beneath Ronan's.Someone is stealing the remaining years of powerful werewolves — and selling them to people desperate enough to pay for immortality.Now the secret organization behind it knows who I am.Because my mother belonged to a bloodline that was supposed to have been erased twenty-five years ago.Ronan wants me to run. I refuse.Because somewhere between the roar of his motorcycle and the secrets beneath his skin, the dead man I was supposed to fear has become the man I'm willing to die for.

I stole his motorcycle to hunt down my brother's killer. I never planned on falling in love with the enemy wearing his face.Wren Calloway rides fast and trusts no one, especially not werewolves. When her search for the truth behind her brother's murder drags her straight into the clubhouse of the Ashborn Riders, she expects danger. She does not expect Ronan Kade, the Alpha with a stolen bike, a wolf under his skin, and eyes that seem to already know every lie she is telling.She came to burn his world down. Instead, the bond snaps into place between them the first night he touches her, an ancient pull neither of them chose and neither of them can break.Now Wren is the last living carrier of a bloodline the entire werewolf underworld is hunting, the key to breaking a curse killing Ronan's pack from the inside out. Every truth she uncovers ties her closer to the very man who might have buried her brother. Every night she survives binds her deeper to a mate she was never supposed to want.Some bonds are not chosen. They choose you first.

I've never shifted. Not once, not in twenty-two years, not since the night my mother died and left me nothing but her name and a wolf that refuses to wake up. My stepmother calls me the Broken One when she's being kind. My father calls me collateral, now that his debts to the Duskrail Riders have finally come due.He's paying it with my hand in marriage. Not to some low-ranked enforcer. To Torin Wilder himself — the Alpha who runs Duskrail's chapter like a blade runs an edge, cold and exact and utterly without patience for a bride who can't even shift to save her own life at the ceremony that's supposed to bind us.I expected him to be cruel. I did not expect him to look at me like I'm a puzzle he can't solve, or for something in my chest to finally, terrifyingly wake up the first time his hand closes around mine at the altar — a heat under my skin that has no business existing in a wolf who was never supposed to have one.Someone built this marriage on purpose. Someone wanted a Broken Wolf bound to Duskrail's Alpha specifically, and it wasn't my father, whatever he thinks his debt bought.My mother's bloodline was never as dead as everyone assumed. Neither, it turns out, was I.Now I have a curse breaking loose inside me I don't understand, a husband who's starting to feel like the first true thing in my life, a stepfamily that will use whatever I become against me, and someone inside Duskrail itself who's been waiting years for exactly this moment to make their move.I came into this marriage as a debt paid in blood.I don't intend to leave it as anyone's currency but my own.