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.

The familiar ringtone cuts through the air like a blade. Nathan Miller. My blood turns to ice the moment I recognize the sound, and Krysta jerks back from our kiss, startled by the snarl that tears from my throat.


I force myself to focus on her face, using her presence to anchor me to sanity. She's here. She's breathing. She's unharmed. That bastard never found her hiding place.


"Miller," I bite into the phone. Krysta's eyes widen with alarm, and her fingers brush against my arm in warning. She's right. He can't know that I've discovered his treachery.


"Well, hell! That's quite the greeting for an old friend. Sounds like things with your mystery mate are still rocky as ever. Haven't heard a peep from you in weeks. Starting to think she might've strangled you in your sleep."


I pull Krysta against me, breathing in her scent to keep the rage from consuming me entirely.


"We're making progress. Slowly," I manage through gritted teeth.


Chapter 40 - Chapter 40 His Brother His Killer