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I'm a doctor and a researcher. My pack is small, in a quiet part of central Texas. It's a simple existence, and I like it that way. It's just me and my two besties, living our best single lives. That is until the mandate comes. Every unmated wolf in the entire world called to one place. I'm a psi, the weakest designation there is. I can barely shift, and there's no chance of me getting matched—only humiliated. It can't get worse—until it does. I've barely made it off the bus when I lock eyes with the hottest wolf I've ever seen, and he reeks of power.

I'm a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels I'd happily claim are mine. Survivor of abuse, I'll claim because it's true, and I'm a survivor. But fated mate? That one feels like an ill-fitting glove. Especially when said mate has been feral for years, and nobody knows what sent him over the edge, let alone how to get him back. But there's no denying my wolf, and she wants him. So what's a girl to do? Bathe the stinky wolf if he's going to sneak into my bed and then play him Mozart until dawn. Obviously. But a fated mate connection is a once-in-a-lifetime bond.

Getting mated to the enemy? Not an effing option. Elodie I don't have time for this. I'm a warrior maiden, oath-sworn to the Enclave to live and die by my sword in the protection of the omegas. Not only is he the enemy, giving into the pull between us would ruin my career. Because the maiden...

The quiet little healer? She can't be my mate. My wolf was desperate—we were dying. Poisoned. Tortured. It's the only explanation. But when I wake up, she's there at my side, and my wolf is nearly feral, trying to get to her, stake his claim on her. But I push her away, because it's all too much, too soon. I'm not worthy of a mate. Especially not now that I'm scarred. I'm too broken, too ugly, too mean. Anything good in me was burned out a long time ago. No, she's better off without me. Now I just have to convince my wolf to let her go.

It's not supposed to be possible, but I guess when your BFF is some sort of unicorn wolf with special powers, things tend to get a bit wonky. But that's not really the point. The point is I'm super duper for sure pregnant, and he's pissed off, growly, and grumpy as hell. Oh, and he found out by accident. While I was telling his best friend. And puking loudly. Huzzah for morning sickness, yo. And... he didn't seem thrilled. Not loving the trajectory here. But I'll protect my tiny, perfect Petal. Even from her own father if I have to.

I've been alone for over three hundred years. The darkness is around every corner, trying to swallow me whole as I watch my packmates one by one find their true loves, while I stand permanently on the sidelines. But when she collapses in my arms, everything comes into crystal clear focus. I don't even know her name, only that it's her. My mate. The one I've been waiting centuries for.

I had it all figured out. A quiet life, my bookshop, and three cats who may or may not have magical tendencies. Love? That was a closed chapter. Until Caleb waltzed back in after seven years, turning my world upside down with a wink and a smile. Caleb isn’t just any ex, he’s a cupid. But now he’s a fallen angel on a mission, to get back the wings he lost for breaking celestial rules the first time around. With me.

Ich bin Ärztin und Forscherin. Mein Rudel ist klein, irgendwo im ruhigen Mitteltexas. Ein einfaches Leben–und genau so mag ich es. Nur ich und meine zwei besten Freundinnen, mitten in unserem schönsten Singleleben. Bis die Anordnung kommt. Jeder unverpaarte Wolf auf der ganzen Welt wird an einen Ort gerufen. Ich bin ein Psi–die schwächste Einstufung überhaupt. Ich kann mich kaum wandeln, was soll ich mit einer Bindung? Keine Chance–höchstens die Aussicht auf Demütigung. Es könnte nicht schlimmer kommen–doch genau das tut es.

Ich hätte ihn niemals kommen sehen, nicht in einer Million Jahren. Verwildert. Knurrend. Furchterregend. Bis meine Wölfin ihn für sich beanspruchte.

Houston, das war nicht Teil des Plans. Nicht einmal ein winziges bisschen. Er ist nicht mein Schicksalsgefährte, und trotzdem bin ich hier und schwanger.