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 felt grateful that Nathan seemed distracted today. Something was clearly bothering him, but I had my own struggles to face. Today marked Lance's birthday, and the weight of grief always hit me harder on this date.


I never understood why Valerie and I couldn't form the same bond that Lance and I shared. The decade between our ages probably played a role, but Valerie spent most of her time with friends or fantasizing about becoming a Luna someday. She had no patience for her little sister tagging along with her crowd. Honestly, at my young age, makeup and boys held no appeal for me anyway.


Lance and Nathan offered much better company, leading adventures through the forest and creating harmless trouble wherever we went. Unlike Valerie, Lance never complained when I followed him and his friends around. I still feel sadness on the birthdays of Valerie and my parents, but nothing compares to the ache I experience when remembering Lance.


Chapter 29 - Chapter 29 A Shared Devastation