Vera Marchelli has spent her life in the dark—trafficking weapons, keeping secrets, and surviving the blood-stained empire her family built. She thought she understood power. She thought she knew what monsters looked like. She was wrong. When a deal turns deadly, Vera is taken hostage by the Black Veil Pack—ruthless, ancient, and inhuman. Their Alpha, Rael, is nothing like the men she’s faced before. He’s wild where they are calculated, merciless where they pretend to have honor. And he claims she belongs to him. Bound by a collar that burns when she resists, Vera vows to escape. But every time Rael touches her, her body betrays her. Every time he whispers her name, something buried deep inside her stirs—something her family has spent years trying to keep hidden. As pack wars ignite and old blood magic rises, Vera uncovers the terrible truth of who she really is—and why Rael can’t let her go. Torn between the crime family that raised her and the beast who would burn the world to claim her, she must decide whether to fight her destiny... or embrace the darkness calling her home. A haunting, addictive, BDSM, romance of enemies, fate, and surrender. For readers who crave danger, devotion, and desire that cuts too deep to heal.

I was meant to be the Alpha’s mate. Selected by the Moon. Fated to rule. But on the night of my bonding ceremony, Evander Ashborne — the Alpha’s perfect heir — broke my neck in front of the entire pack. He spat bastard-blood and my name like I was nothing. It should have been my end. But the Moon doesn’t do one things, it does two. I didn’t get bonded to Evander. I’m cursed to his brother. Zarek Ashborne. The second son. The outcast. The rebel with storm-blue eyes and tattoos branding him a savage. Every wolf fears him. Every elder claims his bloodline is cursed. And now… it’s tied to mine. If we don’t finish the bond by the next full moon, it will kill us both. But Zarek doesn’t want a mate. He doesn’t want me. And the pack will never accept a Luna with bastard blood. And yet, every time the tether flares between us, I can feel him. His anger. His darkness. His need. The more he resists, the more the curse draws us into one another. He says he doesn’t save things. He breaks them. And I have to decide if I’ll break in his hands… Or make the cursed second-born son bow to fate.