She showed up on my porch in a ruined wedding dress, mascara streaked, eyes still burning with fire, and my wolf knew in one heartbeat. She’s mine.
Human. Fresh off leaving her cheating fiancé at the altar. Car dead on my mountain road. No signal. No plan. Just smoke from my chimney and the wolf who’s been waiting for her his whole damn life.
I could have claimed her that first night. Instead I fed her. Gave her my clothes. Let her choose while she turned my pack’s chaos into order and made this lonely mountain feel like home.
Now her ex is climbing my mountain with armed men and a smear campaign to drag her back to the life she ran from. He has no idea who he’s trying to take. She may have left one man at the altar.
But she’s never leaving this mountain.
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