Lena never imagined a wrong turn would change her life forever. While out in the city one night, she stumbles upon a strange, mesmerizing ritual—only to realize too late that she’s trespassing on something far beyond human understanding. Before she can escape, she is seized by Dominic, a powerful Alpha who claims her as his mate.
Whisked away to his sprawling estate, Lena finds herself trapped in a world where dominance and loyalty reign. Dominic is relentless in his pursuit, bound by instinct and duty to keep her by his side. But Lena refuses to be a prisoner, fighting against both his control and the strange, undeniable pull she feels toward him.
Their battle of wills is only the beginning. Dominic’s claim on a human mate sends shockwaves through his pack, drawing opposition from those who see Lena as a weakness and a threat. As tensions rise and enemies close in, Dominic and Lena must navigate a dangerous path—one where trust is fragile, desire is undeniable, and their very survival depends on whether they can find a way to bridge the divide between their two worlds.
But with betrayal lurking in the shadows and forces conspiring against them, Lena must decide whether to fight for her freedom or embrace a bond that could shatter everything she thought she knew about love, destiny, and herself.

I felt it before anyone spoke—like the air had thickened, charged with something ancient and watching. My heart beat hard against my ribs, each pulse like a drum warning of something coming. Not near. Not far. Just… inevitable.


Wren's voice dropped low, and I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he spoke again.


"When someone like her is chosen," he said, eyes flicking to me but not quite meeting them, "it sends a ripple across the veil. A pulse through the ley lines, the spirit realm, the old magics buried in places we've long forgotten. And others… they wake up too. Forces. Powers. Hunters."


My fingers gripped Dom's forearm before I even realized I'd moved. I needed something to hold onto—something real—because what Wren was saying didn't feel real. It felt mythic. Like a story you hear whispered in smoke-filled tents or read about in books with more warning than pages.


Chapter 58 - Fifty-Eight: Mark Me (Lena)