On her wedding day, Emma Hart walks in on her fiancé in bed with her maid of honor.Ten years of friendship. Eight months of lies. And two hundred guests were waiting downstairs.Daniel expects tears. Chloe expects forgiveness. Everyone expects the perfect bride to smile, swallow her pride, and walk down the aisle anyway.Emma gives them two hours instead.Two hours to smile. Two hours to lie. Two hours before the slideshow she built with her own hands plays in front of everyone they know, and every photo has been replaced.But the full moon rises tonight, and Emma isn’t the only one who came to bury Daniel.In the back row sits Julian Cross, the exiled brother Daniel swore was dead to him. His eyes burn gold in the candlelight. He didn’t come to celebrate. He came to watch a pack heir bleed, and he knows exactly where to cut.Julian doesn’t offer comfort. He offers a weapon.Marry me.In the Cross pack, a bride is a claim, a bond, and a declaration of war. Emma has lost everything, and Julian is the only man who has ever looked at Daniel the way she does now: like prey.So she says yes, on one condition. When it’s over, nobody walks away clean.But a mating bond isn’t a game, and this one can’t be undone. The deeper Emma digs into the Cross family’s secrets, the colder the truth gets.Daniel didn’t just betray her.He chose her.And the wolves have been waiting for this wedding far longer than she has.