The Alpha's Forced Bride

The cold iron shackles bite into your wrists as the Nightshade Pack's Alpha, Darian, strides into the dimly lit chamber. His silver eyes pierce through the shadows, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your wolf-touched senses—if you had any—flare. 'Your brother's blood debt is paid,' he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the stone floor. 'But now you belong to me.' His scent—pine and smoke and something wild—fills your lungs, and despite your fear, your heart races with a forbidden thrill. You came here to save your family, but as he circles you like prey, you realize the true danger: not his claws or fangs, but the primal pull between you that defies all reason.