Years ago, the Alpha broke my heart after one wild night together.
Now an arranged marriage must stop the bloodshed between the packs.
He takes one grumpy look at me and says he picks me as his mate.
My psychic premonitions should have told me to run. But I have no choice but to stay.

He doesn’t believe in love, that everything should be logical.
But there’s nothing logical about this arranged marriage.
I have to offer myself up as his bride for the sake of the pack.
I have to suffer the iron fist that he rules with for the greater good.

No one knows that we once spent a night together, that he rejected me after.
I wake up sweating, desperate for him to carry me through my heat.
I’m embarrassed, wondering whether he’ll let the pain consume me.
I’m flooded with warmth, wondering whether he’ll help me release everything that’s inside.

Will my Alpha un-break my heart?

The Wolves of the Badlands are cruel, tough, and possessive. You think you can escape them, but they drag you back everytime. Because they will heal you, protect you, and own you the way only a mate can.