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He says his name is Malphas, that he’s something called a Sombra demon, and I’m his mate. Monster, demon…whatever he is, his muscles are bigger than my head, and that club between his legs…. I don’t know if mate means the same thing to him as it does me, but he’s gotta be kidding.

I didn’t mean to steal the book—but I did… and now I’m in big, big trouble. The moment I convinced one of my loyal customers to buy the leather-bound spellbook, I regretted it. At first I thought it was because I could’ve gotten more than fifty dollars for it—money that would’ve come in handy while I was on vacay—but while I was on the beach, all I kept thinking about was the book. It called to me for some weird reason, and when I got Shannon’s message that she had a question about it, I hoped that meant she would let me buy it back. Nope. She wanted to know where I got it from.

In a world where paranormals live side by side with humans, everybody knows about Ordinance 7304: the Bond Laws. Or, as the Paras snidely whisper to each other, the Claws Clause - a long and detailed set of laws that bonded couples must obey if they want their union to be recognized. Because it wasn’t already damn near impossible to find a fated mate in the first place.

I’ve always known that Ryker is my fated mate. What I didn’t know? Was that he’s always known he’s mine...Ryker Wolfson. Strong. Sexy. Powerful. Irresistible. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been waiting for the Luna Ceremony that would make him my bonded mate. Though it’s not supposed to be possible, I’ve known since I was a kid that the future Alpha of the Mountainside Pack was fated to be mine. I figured my knowing had something to do with me being a rarity: A born female alpha.

When a young woman is kidnapped, Donal is brought in to deliver the ransom money. But the tightly planned drop off goes wrong, Julie Draper is discovered dead, and Donal finds his job on the line - a scapegoat for the officers in charge. But when Donal is delivered a cryptic message in the night, he learns that Julie was killed long before the botched rescue mission.

For most of my life, being Luna-touched was a blessing. Then I met Jack “Wicked Wolf” Walker, and it wasn’t long before it became a curse. I thought I’d be trapped in my gilded cage forever—until his long-lost daughter returned to the Wolf District, handing him his first defeat in more than 25 years. She spared his life, but our laws are clear: an Alpha who loses a challenge is no Alpha. Our pack was forced to disband, and I finally was free. Which…isn’t as great as it sounds.

The Wicked Wolf is no longer a threat, but the price we paid for his defeat is way more than either me or Aleks could afford. As the new head vampire in Muncie, Aleks is suddenly busier than ever before. I might wear his fang and sleep in his bed, but I rarely see him. He hasn’t asked me to accept him fully as his mate since he told me I was his, and I can’t shake the feeling that he’s still comparing me to his lost female.