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.

Nathan enters me with deliberate slowness, and I gasp as my body works to accommodate his size. The sensation sends shivers through every nerve.


"Easy, sweetheart. Let me take my time. Your body needs to adjust," he murmurs against my lips before trailing kisses down to my throat. His mouth finds that sensitive spot on my neck, and the pleasure that shoots through me makes me cry out as he begins moving with careful, measured strokes. There's discomfort, yes, but the incredible sensation of his lips and teeth against my marking spot drowns out any pain as my body welcomes his.


I arch my neck, offering myself to him, and feel the rumble of satisfaction in his chest as he accepts the invitation.


When his movements cease, I can't help the desperate sound that escapes me. "Don't stop," I plead, my body already craving the friction, the way he hits that perfect spot inside me.


Chapter 37 - Chapter 37 A Soul Finds Home