Arya's heart broke into pieces in the cold night. She once thought that Caden Black was her destined partner, but she heard his poisonous truth with her own ears outside the box door: "Arya is convenient, yes. But I marked her only because her eyes are so much like Evelyn, and her body...it really makes me addicted." Three years of passionate love and devotion were nothing more than a substitute game in his mouth, a handy "toy". That night, in the frozen despair, she dialed the number she had sworn never to contact. "Father," his voice was cold and resolute, "I accept the marriage with Thorn Valerius." When Arya reappeared at the Northern Wolf Alliance's feast, Caden's face was frozen with disdain. Bringing along Evelyn, his white moonlight, he intended to publicly humiliate his former love, who was "unworthy of sharing the table with the Alpha." Red wine spilled, and tittering erupted—until the heavy oak door burst open! Arya, draped in the totem cloak of Nightshade's silver wolf, appeared like a queen. She gazed down at the pale Caden and declared, "I am Arya Nightshade, the sole Alpha heir of Nightshade." At that moment, Caden's world completely collapsed. However, escaping from a false love meant entering a more dangerous lair. She married Thorn Valerius, the feared "Blood Claw Alpha" of the North. Rumors said he was cold and cruel, a war machine that slaughtered traitors. Valerius's castle was filled with an atmosphere of iron and blood, and Thorn's very presence was a boundless oppression. This marriage isn't a political game, but a last-ditch effort to defend against the ancient shadows that threaten to consume the North. Thorne's proposal isn't a marriage contract, but a forbidden "blood pact"—a binding of their wolf souls to their very lives, forever unbreakable! For the survival of her people, Arya has no other choice. As the blood of the contract blended and the soul was entangled by invisible chains, Arya glimpsed the eternal loneliness beneath the rage of Thorne's wolf soul. And in this castle soaked in the blood of the enemy, the familiar totem on a broken battle axe tore open the dark memory of Arya's imprisonment three years ago. Facing Thorne's cold denial, "None of your business," Arya realizes that this contractual marriage, for survival's sake, hides a secret deeper and more deadly than the frozen North. Not only must she harness the raging moonlight, fused with the power of Blood Claw, but she must also, alongside Thorne, a dangerous wolf, uncover a past that could overturn everything and reclaim the truth and power that belong to her.

Sandy's perfect life shattered on her birthday. Family bankrupt. Father dying. And her fiancé, Mike? He coldly dumped her, then – with her venomous cousin Ellie – sold her out. Drugged and trapped in a luxury, a lecherous old man closing in, Sandy faced a living nightmare. Hope was dead... until HE stormed in. Eddie. A force of nature wrapped in an Armani suit. One look from his ice-cold eyes shattered the room. His command was absolute: "She. Is. Mine." With terrifying ease, Eddie annihilates Sandy's tormentors. Mike's greed? Silenced by a glance. Ellie's betrayal? Crushed under his disdain. The predator stalking her? Obliterated. In a heartbeat, Sandy is wrenched from hell... and pulled into the orbit of a man more dangerous than anything she's ever known. His touch is electric, his presence both terrifying sanctuary and thrilling peril. Why did this enigmatic billionaire, radiating raw, untamed power, claim her? Who is Eddie, really, beneath the chilling control and whispers of something... primal? Sandy escaped one cage, but is Eddie her savior or a more intoxicating trap? Dive into a world of scorching rescue, heart-stopping revenge, and the intoxicating danger of belonging to a man who moves like a shadow and commands like a king. Discover the secret behind Eddie's piercing gaze and the fierce protectiveness that marks Sandy as his. When the Wolf claims his mate, heaven help those who dared to touch her.