A psychic virus called Red Howl shattered the world. It turned werewolves feral and left humans as the walking dead. The only cure is a Survival Bond—one werewolf as Sentinel, one human as Guide. Mind to mind. Soul to soul. A chain strong enough to drag a monster back from madness and maybe, one day, save the world. Harper Ellis was never that kind of Guide. E-class. Dead last on the roster. No combat skills, no ambition. All she wanted was to keep her head down, send her paycheck to her sister, and outlast the plague like every other ordinary soul. Until the strongest, most feral Alpha Sentinel in Camp 07 tore through his steel chains. And every high-class Guide sent to tame him failed. They dragged her in anyway. Everyone expected her to die. She expected it too. But the beast who had slaughtered his own kind went perfectly still the moment her hand touched his collar. From that night on, they were bonded. Forced to share quarters. Forced to fight side by side through kill zones crawling with rogue wolves. He called her weak, yet never let her out of his sight. He called her a liability, yet was always the first to catch her when she fell. Until his bloodthirsty brother arrived to claim the crown he'd lost. Until the hidden power in her blood stirred awake. Until he spoke, his voice low and rough as crushed glass: "Whether you like it or not… you're mine." Every survival instinct screamed at her to run. Because the monster who once terrified her was starting to feel like home—and in a world gutted by plague, falling for a feral Alpha King might be the deadliest mission of her life.

Killian Voss—the Alpha King, the man Sera had secretly loved for three years—grabbed her by the throat the morning after he marked her. "I would never touch someone like you. Not sober." Then he rejected her in front of everyone. Because she was nothing but a wolfless Omega. But his wolf betrayed him. Every full moon, when his human side lost control, he came crawling back to her bed. Desperate. Hungry. Touching her like she was sacred, tasting every inch his pride refused to claim. They called it Mate Madness—the curse that struck Alphas who rejected their True Mate. He needed her to survive. So she became his dirty secret. His monthly fix. The woman he claimed in moonlight and discarded by dawn. Sera told herself she could handle it. The contract. The money. The way he treated her like a curse he couldn't shake. Until she got pregnant. "Get rid of it," he said without even looking at her. "I don't want any connection to an Omega." That was the moment something inside her finally died. She took her baby and ran. Six months later, there was a knock at her door. The cold-blooded Alpha King was on his knees, begging for a second chance. But this time, she was the one who got to say no.

She was born to be broken. They were born to break her. Time to play. "Studying hard, sis?" I drawl, leaning against the doorframe. Emily jumps, her eyes widening as she takes in my looming form. I can practically smell her fear, sharp and tangy, and underneath, the tantalizing scent of arousal. Honeysuckle and vanilla, ripe and intoxicating. "W-What do you want, Leo?" I smirk, stalking closer. "Just checking in on my favorite hybrid. Making sure you're settling in alright." Fuck, she's gorgeous when she's riled up. I want to grab her, crush my mouth against her rosebud lips until she melts into me, until all she can think, all she can feel, is me. * Emily Blackwood has always been the freak, the outcast, the girl who doesn't belong. In a world where werewolves reign supreme, she's nothing but a lowly witch-wolf hybrid, a curse on her pack's bloodline. But when her mother marries the Alpha of the Windridge Pack, Emily's life takes a terrifying turn. Now, she's living under the same roof as the King Triplets - three devastatingly handsome, brutally cruel boys who rule Spring Lake High with an iron fist. Leo, Luca, and Logan live to torment Emily, to break her spirit and crush her heart. But as the triplets' eighteenth birthday approaches, a dark secret is revealed. One of them might be Emily's mate - her soulmate, her destiny. Love is the most vicious game of all...and the big bad wolves always win.