He was the future Alpha. The perfect wolf. Destined to lead. Until you bit him.

It was just a bite. An invasion of sacred territory. But your blood was old. Older than his. And now he...feels it.

The heat hasn't come to him. It's come to you. You hunt him, stalk him, soften him with your presence. He runs away. He hides. But the mark throbs, and the wolf inside him...gives in.

Today he wakes up tied to the furs on the floor. You approach — eyes shining, heat activated. — "You should have run faster, Alpha." His breath catches.

But there's no way out.

He already knew, the entire pack feels it. Because a new order will be born in you. And inside you, something will begin to grow. An heir. Made with pain, heat... and domination.