THE BIG BAD BULLY DOESN'T FALL FOR HIS PREY

Even if she smells like nutmeg, honey, and sin.

Even if her chaos and color drips into your black-and-white discipline-and leaves it bleeding.

I was raised in a pack that worshipped bloodlines and power.

Humans were beneath us-soft, fragile, fleeting things.

Fine for entertainment. Never for mating.

Especially not for me, heir to one of the most ruthless alphas in the world.

So when my new alpha chooses a human bride, I grit my teeth and obey.

I'll plan the wedding. I'll tolerate their ridiculous customs.

But I won't fall for her best friend-the passionate, paint-splattered activist who thinks I'm the villain in her revolution.

She calls me arrogant. Predatory. A corporate machine in designer suits.

She's not wrong.

And yet, she's always in my space. In my mind. Under my skin.

She stirs instincts I've fought to bury-possessive, primal, ruinous ones.

She thinks I'm the enemy.

But I'm not the danger in this story.

She is.

Because if I take what I want-

If I claim her the way my wolf demands-

I'll break every rule I was raised to uphold.

And I won't be sorry.