Rejected by her mate and discarded by her pack, Seraphine thought she’d hit rock bottom. She was wrong. Now, she’s been traded as a breeder to the ruthless Alpha of the Mistwood pack, Theodore Zain—a man whose legendary curse kills every bride he takes.

Theodore needed an heir, not another bride destined to die. But the omega forced on him is disarmingly innocent and maddeningly resilient. He’s a man resigned to his cursed fate, she’s a woman with nothing left to lose, and their forced union is a powder keg waiting to ignite.

Theodore makes the terms clear: this is a contract, not a romance. She will provide an heir and stay out of his heart. He’s built walls of ice to survive the curse, and he warns her to do the same.

But as her quiet defiance chips away at his control, a possessiveness he never anticipated awakens a desire that could be her death sentence. Will her light be enough to defy a centuries-old curse, or will she simply become its next victim?


My lungs seized as I drew in a shaky breath, feeling utterly exposed among the sea of predatory gazes. Every unmated female in the room had locked onto Theodore like he was their personal prize, and something primal in me bristled at their brazen display. The pack members offered respectful bows as we passed, but I barely registered their deference.


Theodore's fingers intertwined with mine, pulling me through the opulent chaos of the Celestial Soirée toward the raised platform. My attention kept drifting to the stunning she-wolves who strutted past in gowns so revealing they made underwear seem conservative by comparison.


My stilettos tapped an anxious rhythm against the polished marble as we navigated the crowd, and I couldn't shake the sensation that every pair of eyes in the room was tracking our movement.


Chapter 23 - Chapter 23 The Alphas Stolen Composure