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I'm pretty sure there's rules about an elementary teacher hooking up with a student's parent, but what if I didn't know that's who he was? See, I've spent the last few months getting hot and heavy with this guy on the app MonsterSmash, but we haven't exchanged names. This made our parent-teacher conference a little . . . awkward. Sakkara is the town's mayor, and he has a protective streak a mile wide. I confess, I really like that, and right now, I want nothing more than to let him take care of me.

I'm a focused and goal-oriented librarian-in-training, so there's no way I'm falling for my himbo roommate, who gives off major golden retriever vibes, right? Right. But dang. Since the moment I started renting Luxor's spare bedroom, I've been plagued with these inconvenient urges . . . so being mature, responsible adults, we've decided to deal with them. One time. Once, to rid Lux of his innocence.

They stole my freedom when I was sixteen, trapping me in a nightmare that others call paradise. I live by their rules, pretending to believe that one day I’ll be more than just an object for their dark desires. Deep down, I know there’s only one end to my nightmare. Until him. He’s my master, my obsession, and maybe, just maybe, my way out. But in this world of secrets and shadows, trusting him could be my biggest mistake—or my only salvation.

A werebear is just a cute name for what Brandon Ranger really is—a berserker. Beneath his skin lies a warrior driven by pure, brutal emotion. A warrior who never quits, no matter how much pain he's in. Which was fine when he was at war. But at home, nothing's so easy. Especially not when prickly sheriff's deputy Samantha Green just wants to be friends. Because a berserker's emotions never sit quiet—and when Brandon's need comes roaring to the surface, there's only one way to save her: Run.

Look, there are plenty of things I just learned about the gorgeous, seven-foot-tall perfect specimen of male living next door to me. Karnak can scent everything about me, including those times I thought I was alone in my hot tub and I decided to experiment with different water jet settings. He's really good at finding lost kitties (not a euphemism). In the four years I've lived next door to him, the orc has known—beyond a shadow of a doubt—that I'm his fated Mate. And apparently it's killing him to stay away.

She deserves more than a broken man, and I’m determined to be whole again. I’ll fight for her, for us, and for the future I never thought I’d want.

I know I'm lucky to have a mate at all. Most would rejoice. Most would run to them. Not me. I want to stay with my family. I was trapped in the veil for the majority of my life, fighting to survive. And I'm supposed to leave them for a man I don't know? I'm tired of Fate making the decisions for me. Yet . . . The ache in my chest becomes too much. The thirst in my throat becomes unbearable. The need to mate is a call I can no longer ignore. Even if I've never touched or kissed another. How will I satisfy him?