Her wedding guests shifted into wolves immediately she said her vows. That was how Thora Storm discovered werewolves were real. "You have fifteen minutes to outrun those wolves or they'll gut you." Her new husband said coldly, red eyes glowing. "I'll be waiting for whatever's left in our bedchamber." Thora had answered a casting call for rent money, but ended up married to the most feared alpha king alive and trapped in a werewolf pack where she was ranked below omegas, fed cold leftovers, used as hunt bait and tormented daily by wolves who considered her existence an insult. Alpha Roman Valcourt defied the High Council and was handed him the one punishment designed to break him; a human wife, installed as his Luna, a living symbol of his disgrace. He had a harem that warmed his bed and every intention of discarding Thora the moment his law allowed. But while his pack saw a helpless human, Thora was mapping the estate from the inside, mixing their forest plants into weapons fatal to wolves, and getting closer to the truth about her parents' deaths caused by an ‘animal’ attack. What he didn't know was that the most dangerous person in his pack was the one that didn’t have claws! Somewhere between scrubbing floors and surviving the pack's cruelty, the line between enemy and fated mate gets dangerously thin for both of them. One wrong vow, one forbidden bond, and secrets that could burn everything down, including them. The bond doesn't care that she hates his world. It doesn't care that he'd rather die than want her. It only knows what they are to each other, and it will not be quiet.