She caught her boyfriend in bed with her brother. That was the night Tess Brannigan stopped believing in love, family—and definitely wolves. She had hated wolves ever since one killed her mother when she was nine. So when her entire life falls apart, the last thing she expects is to drown her misery in a bar with a dangerously handsome stranger. One fake name. One reckless night. One mistake she swears she'll never repeat. Until Monday morning. Because the stranger is Rafe Ashcroft—the billionaire CEO of the company she's just been hired to work for. And he's not just her boss. He's a werewolf. Worse? He bit her. Now Tess can hear conversations through walls, smell lies, see in the dark—and her eyes are turning gold. The woman who spent half her life hating wolves is becoming one. Rafe insists the bite should never have worked. Humans don't become wolves from a single bite. But Tess isn't entirely human. And the truth about what she is may be connected to the mother she lost twenty years ago. Forced to work beside the man who accidentally awakened the monster inside her, Tess makes one thing clear: he may be a billionaire, an Alpha, and her boss—but he doesn't own her.

One night. No names. No regrets.That was the deal Kira Banar made with the stranger who smelled like cedar smoke and rain, the only man who had ever made the silent wolf inside her stir.Then she walked into Armone Tower for her very first day of work and found him sitting behind the CEO's desk.Aiden Armone. The coldest Alpha in Northmere. A man with a Council at his throat and one impossible ultimatum: take a mate before the Blood Moon, or lose his pack to the cousin who would bleed it dry.He took one look at Kira and did the unthinkable. He rejected her. Out loud. In the old words.Then he asked her to marry him anyway.A contract marriage. Clean terms. Public affection only. No marks. No bond. And absolutely, positively, no falling in love.Kira agrees, on one condition. She rewrites every clause herself.But no contract can explain why his wolf howls every time she walks into a room. No clause can explain the silver moth pendant she left in his bed, a crest belonging to a pack the whole world swears burned to ash. And no rejection, however cold, can undo what the moon already decided.Because the stranger who rejected her is her mate.And the Alpha she is about to marry may be the only man alive who knows who destroyed her family.Rejected by the Alpha. Mated by fate. Married by contract.

The Alpha of Ravenscroft rejected me in front of two hundred wolves and a chocolate fountain.I ate a shrimp at him and walked out.Then I found out the rejection was pending.By morning, Hollowbrook Pack owed four million dollars we didn't have. By nine, the man who broke my heart had hired me as his Chief Contracts Counsel.By noon, he'd asked me to marry him.On paper. For ninety days. Because he doesn't love me.Fine. I'll sign. But I'm writing the contract.Clause 4: No sniffing.Clause 6: No Alpha Voice.Clause 31: NOBODY FALLS IN LOVE.The problem? Our wolves didn't get the memo. Mine won't stop matchmaking. His won't stop apologizing. And they've both been in our heads, at full volume, since the moment he said "reject."Now his uncle wants me dead, a ring from four generations ago is glowing on my finger, and the last Alpha who left a rejection unfinished did it on purpose.Guess who?