Rule number one of wedding planning:Don’t fall for the groom. Rule number two: Especially not when his marriage is worth a billion-dollar contract. I’ve already broken both. My job is to give every woman her ‘happily ever after.’ But the only ‘ever after’ I want? One where he doesn’t marry her. I’m a freelancer. I work hard, mind my business, and I’m damn good at planning weddings. Rowan Vance should have been just another paycheck—the biggest one of my career. Instead, he’s the distraction I can’t afford. Powerful, icy, and engaged to Karen in a deal more about boardrooms than bedrooms, Rowan is a man I shouldn’t want. Yet the more time we spend alone choosing flowers and tasting wine, the more I see the cracks in his armor. Rowan isn’t cold,he’s haunted. A man trapped by a lifetime of cages, and this wedding is just the latest one.

“You don’t get to run,” Kael murmured, his voice low and rough against her ear as his hand traced fire along her spine. “Not from me. Not from this.”Lyra’s breath hitched, her body burning under his touch, but her mind raced. Even in surrender, even in the heat of desire, she could feel the weight of the world outside their walls—the politics, the pack, the treaties she alone could interpret.She was human, fragile in a den of predators, yet here she was, caught between the Alpha’s possessive hunger and her own undeniable need. Kael Vortan wasn’t just a man—he was a force, dark and magnetic, bending the air and every heartbeat around him. And the more she tried to resist, the more he claimed—not just her body, but her mind, her will, and her heart.Lyra had come to the Northern Stronghold as a translator of ancient treaties, a bridge between humans and wolves. But Kael was no mere wolf leader; he was the Alpha who could devour her in a glance, ignite her in a touch, and leave her gasping for breath while the pack’s secrets and the Moon’s mysterious pull threatened to unravel everything.In this world of blood, power, and unspoken laws, surrender was dangerous—and irresistible. And Lyra would soon learn that some bonds are not forged in ritual… but in fire, fangs, and desire.