She walked into my territory like she already owned it. One look at the last Ward witch and my wolf locked on hard. She’s the one who can strip any Alpha of his power with a single golden ritual.
The Council dumped her on me for “protection.” I was supposed to babysit a human. Instead the mate bond snapped tight the second her amber eyes hit mine. Now every instinct screams to claim her.
To mark that pretty throat with my teeth. To knot her so deep the entire supernatural world knows she belongs to me. She fought them all. Bound my enemies. Chose my pack over a council throne.
But the ritual circle is lit. The pack is watching. And when I take her in front of every last one of them, she’ll finally understand exactly who she belongs to. Me. I’ll knot her in my love.
And let her go? Knever.
