A vampire bit me while we were making out. Now, Im being forced to marry him.
Okay, not forced.
I just dont have any other options.
My family is being targeted by a dangerous wolf pack, so we turned to our king for help. But he happens to be the guy I kissed.
He agrees to keep us safe—for the small price of my hand in marriage. Or mating.
Whatever you want to call it, he demands my future.
The alternative is embracing a group of cruel wolf shifters, so I put my hand in his and say the magical equivalent of, I do.
Im giving up my freedom for the safety of my family… but I wont fall in love with him.
Not even maybe.
Because mating sucks, but love?
It bites.
