Nine-year-old Krysta Watson was born an Alpha’s daughter. After her pack is massacred, she watches her brother, Lance, die at the hands of a man he called his friend. Obeying her brother’s final command, she runs, finding shelter in a quiet southern pack and burying her true identity. Believing her family is wiped out, she dedicates her life to one purpose: revenge.
Nathan Torres, the commanding Alpha of the north, is shattered when his best friend Lance’s pack is destroyed. He finds Lance’s body, tormented by his failure to protect him and ignorant of the killer’s identity. They search for Krysta, but when no trace is found, they mark her as another victim of the tragedy.
Nine years later, at a gathering hosted by her guardian Alpha, Krysta’s wolf screams for its mate—one of the visiting Alphas. But Krysta sees only Nathan Torres, the other man she holds responsible for her brother’s death. She immediately tries to sever the bond, but Nathan has spent nearly a decade searching for his mate. His interest burns hotter when he realizes this supposed Omega carries the scent of a hidden Alpha, and he is determined to uncover all her secrets.
With her revenge meticulously planned for years, Krysta is enraged when Nathan demands she accept their bond, threatening the peaceful pack that saved her. Trapped, she agrees to leave with him, submitting to his will but secretly vowing to carry out her revenge, even if it means destroying her own mate.
The truth of Krysta’s identity is a ticking clock, threatening to shatter Nathan the moment he learns his fated mate is the long-lost sister of the friend he failed to save. He’ll have to break through nine years of hardened hate to prove he was never part of the betrayal. As they unravel the conspiracy, Krysta will discover the ultimate treachery comes not from an enemy, but from her own blood, forcing her to lean on the one man powerful enough to help her claim justice.

I cradle my coffee cup between my palms as the SUV cuts through the changing terrain. Just like yesterday, I find myself drawn to the window, watching the world transform from the warm embrace of the south to the harsh reality of the north. Each mile we cover strips more leaves from the trees, and patches of stubborn snow cling to the ground like ghosts of winter past.


The sight twists something deep in my chest, and I press my lips together to keep the sob from escaping. 


Memories crash over me in waves. Laughter echoing through pack halls. Lance's terrible jokes. Valerie rolling her eyes at our brother's antics. The warmth of belonging somewhere, to someone. A tear slides down my cheek before I can stop it, and I quickly brush it away.


"Want to talk about it?" Nathan's voice is softer than I've heard it since we left Alabama.


"No." The word comes out shakier than I intended.


"Alpha, should we find somewhere for lunch?" Gerry calls from the driver's seat.


Chapter 14 - Chapter 14 The Watson Room