He marked me, broke me, and died in my father’s trap—right after I found out I was pregnant.
Seven years later, my daughter’s dying—and I sent out one last SOS.
And guess who just answered?
Save lives. Stay calm. And survive under my father’s rules.
Until the day that violent new doctor crashed into me—
And my wolf howled one word the moment I smelled him: Mate.
We argued. We snapped. We pretended to keep our distance.
Then one night, in the resting lounge, he bit me—
And whispered, “I marked you for revenge.”
I don’t know what’s worse—
Believing the tenderness in his touch,
Fleeing my own engagement with his child inside me,
Or that the next thing I heard… was that he died.
I buried that night. Ran from my father’s grip.
Did everything I could to forget.
Until seven years later, my daughter’s dying—
And the doctors say only her father’s Alpha blood can save her.
But he’s dead. Isn’t he?
So why is he standing in her hospital roombreathing—and looking straight at me?
