The Alpha Who Hunted Me First

“Wren Calder was seven years old the night the Ashbourne wolves burned Duskwood to the ground. She was the only one who ran fast enough. Fifteen years later, she walks into Ashbourne territory wearing a dead woman's name and a healer's apron, carrying enough wolfsbane in her sleeve to stop an Alpha's heart. One drop in his cup. That's the whole plan. Wren has spent half her life training for exactly one night. Then Alpha Kian Ashbourne looks at her across a crowded hall, and her wolf goes down on its belly like it's been waiting for him since before she was born. Fated mates don't happen to girls like Wren. They especially don't happen with the son of the man who slaughtered her pack. But the bond doesn't care whose blood is on whose hands, and neither, it turns out, does Kian, once he catches her wrist an inch from his wine and smells exactly what she is to him. He doesn't kill her. He doesn't expose her. He locks her inside his own house and dares her to try again. Now Wren has to survive a pack that wants her dead, resist a mate bond that wants her to forgive the unforgivable, and find out the truth her mentor never told her: that the massacre at Duskwood might not have been Kian's father's order at all. Someone else lit that fire. Someone who is still very much alive, and still very much afraid of what Wren might remember. She came to end an Alpha's line. She didn't expect to need him to survive what's coming for both of them.”