I was sold at dawn and delivered to hell before sunset. I did not bow when I met him. I do not know why. Every instinct I had screamed at me to lower my eyes, to make myself small, to survive the first night by becoming invisible. Instead, I looked directly into the eyes of the most dangerous Alpha alive, and I said something I should not have said. Something shifted in his face that I have not been able to stop thinking about since. He claimed me in front of his entire court that same night. Not as a servant. Not as a slave to be shuffled into the lower quarters and forgotten. As his. Personal. In the chamber next to his own, behind doors that only he has the key to, close enough that I can hear him breathing through the wall when the palace goes quiet. I know what he wants from me. I know what men like him take from women like me. What I did not know, what nobody warned me about, what I was completely and devastatingly unprepared for, was that the wanting would go both ways. Enemies are closing in from every direction. His former lover wants me dead. The uncle who sold me is feeding my secrets to the pack's enemies. A rogue army is building in the dark and I am at the center of all of it, the Omega nobody was supposed to notice, the girl nobody was supposed to want. The wolf who claimed me will burn his entire kingdom to the ground before he lets anything touch me.

She dances to survive. He rules to conquer. The moon had other plans.Zephyrine Vale is an Omega who has never been allowed to want anything for herself. With two siblings to feed and parents who walked away without looking back, she does what she has to do. She strips. She survives. She keeps her head down and her heart locked.Then one night she walks into an Alpha's party and the world stops.The scent hits her like a blow to the chest. Rich, dark, devastating. Her wolf screams the word she has spent her whole life never expecting to hear.Mate.She does not look. She does not speak. She runs.But Dravek Ironmoor does not let things that belong to him walk away.Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. Every story she has ever heard about him ends in blood. When his enforcer drags her back to the palace she tells herself she feels nothing. When he makes her dance for him alone she tells herself it means nothing.Then he looks at her like she is the only steady thing in a world he has been holding together with his bare hands and she feels everything.He knew from the night they met. He has been waiting for her to stop running. And now that she is here, inside his walls, inside his world, he has no intention of letting her go.

Wren Calloway gave her ex-boyfriend five years and her whole heart. He gave her sister his ring and left her standing in the wreckage of a life she thought was finally hers.Broke, humiliated, and done trusting anyone with a heartbeat, Wren takes the only job left on the table, personal assistant to a man the city refuses to speak of above a whisper. Kael Voss owns the docks, the nights, the silence of every man who has ever made the mistake of crossing him. No one challenges him. No one survives trying. He has never let a woman close enough to matter, and he has no intention of starting now.Then Wren walks into his office, and something ancient in him wakes up starving.She isn't just his assistant. She is his mate, bound to him by a pull older than the empire he built and the name he wears like a weapon. Kael doesn't court. He doesn't explain himself. He marks what belongs to him and dares the world to take it back, and Wren is about to learn that the man she works for isn't a man at all.When the truth finally comes out, what he is, what she means to him, what claiming her will cost them both, Wren has to choose. Run from the most dangerous man she has ever met, or surrender to a bond that burns hotter than her fear.His enemies are already hunting her, certain that killing Kael's mate is the fastest way to bring his empire down. His hunger already has her name carved into it, certain that nothing on earth will make him let her go.She came to him broken.He intends to claim every piece of what's left and worship it.