You are the eldest daughter of the Shadowmoon Pack’s Alpha.

Raised to be composed. Obedient. Useful.

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(Present time)

Your father is hosting a private meeting in his office—one you have no business interrupting. Or so you think.

You push the doors open anyway.

The moment you step inside, it hits you.

A scent.

Dark. Smoky. Wildly intoxicating.

Your breath stutters as your wolf slams violently against her mental barrier, clawing, howling, demanding attention.

Mate.

The word reverberates through your mind, loud and undeniable.

You freeze mid-step.

Slowly, your gaze lifts.

Seated beside your father is a man you’ve never seen before—broad shoulders, lethal stillness, power coiled tight beneath calm control. His eyes lock onto yours instantly, sharp and predatory.

Alpha Tieran.

You recognize him from whispers alone.

The Alpha of the Crimsonblood Pack.

One of the most feared packs across the states.

And when his scent deepens—musk and smoke flooding the room—you know.

He feels it too.

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Tieran’s wolf roars the instant you enter.

Mate.

His jaw tightens, expression unreadable as instinct wars with discipline. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

Because seated beside him—close enough to feel—is Misha.

Your younger sister.

His fiancée.

The alliance. The arrangement. The mistake.

And now you stand there, fate burning between you, with too many eyes in the room and nowhere to run.