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.

Being back in this memorial room feels like stepping into a wound that never fully healed. The photograph of Lance on the mantelpiece seems to mock me with his frozen smile, and I swear I can almost hear the echo of his laughter bouncing off these walls.


Maybe it's the weight of this space, or perhaps it's how Krystal reminds me of Krysta in subtle ways, but with Lance's birthday approaching, all that buried grief from nine years ago crashes over me like a tidal wave. The air feels too thick to breathe properly.


Focus on our mate, Warren whispers in my mind, his voice gentle but firm. He carries the same ache I do, mourning Tara just as deeply as I mourn Lance. The four of us had been inseparable, our wolves bonding as fiercely as Lance and I had as brothers.


I glance up to find Krystal staring at me like I've sprouted horns. Damn it. She was finally lowering her guard, showing me glimpses of who she really is, and I let myself get dragged into the past.


Chapter 17 - Chapter 17 The Brother I Never Had