She should’ve known the mission was a trap.
Elena moved like a shadow, struck like lightning—and still lost everyone. Her second-in-command, her base, her belief that survival was enough. Now, the High Council has her marked for death. But they made one fatal mistake.
They sent him.
Damon Gray was born for loyalty. Forged into a Beta by fifteen years of blood, duty, and silence. But the moment he touched her, he knew. His mate. His war. His rebellion. She didnt recognize the bond. She couldnt know the truth. And she damn sure wouldnt survive without him.
Now he’s done following orders.
He’s stripping off his title, carving through enemies, and protecting the hybrid woman destined to burn down the world.
Hell take the bullets. Hell take the blame.
But no one touches what’s his.
Not unless they want a war that ends with her on his last breath.
