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?


Theodore's fingers wrapped around my wrist like iron shackles as he dragged me through the crowded market square, leaving Alexa's destroyed boutique in our wake.


Behind us, I caught fragments of Kayne's hushed commands to the pack warriors. "Lock down that shop the moment we're gone. Nobody enters," his voice carried authority that made my spine straighten. "When it's empty, torch the whole place."


My pulse thundered in my ears as we moved through the bustling crowd. Theodore's fury still radiated from him in waves, and I couldn't shake the memory of how he'd defended me moments earlier. Nobody had ever fought for me like that. What made me worth such protection?


Chapter 37 - Chapter 37 A Gown To Burn For