JACKSON
I’d always liked my job. Being a werewolf doctor kept me busy enough not to care about the whole “fated-mate” nonsense. Mates were trouble, just like women in general, pretty chaos wrapped in perfume. I used to tell myself that staying single was smarter than getting caught in their storms.
That was before the moon goddess decided to laugh at me.
Two years ago, when I got transferred to Blue Moon Hospital, everything was perfect. The nurses respected me, the doctor in charge gave me space, and no one flirts around my office. Then I saw her.
Yelena.
The one who was supposed to be mine.
And she was already married to the Alpha of this pack.
My first thought was that the goddess had made a mistake. My second was that Yelena was desperate for power, running to whoever had the h
