A woman who was promised before birth. A menace who came to collect.
She was promised before she was born. Nobody asked her a thing.
Nadia Toussaint built her life with her own two hands. Her own money, her own condo, her own peace—and not one ounce of the family strangeness she spent her whole childhood hiding. The rules nobody explained. The heirloom bracelet that never comes off. Her grandmother’s dying words about a debt older than any of them.
Then Kingston Mercer walks into her world like he owns the deed to it.
Cold. Beautiful. Dangerous in a tailored way. And certain of her like no stranger has a right to be. He’s come to collect on a two-hundred-year-old pact Nadia never signed: the women of her bloodline marry into his. One daughter, once in generations, whenever a new alpha rises.
King is that alpha. The blood moon gives him forty days to seal the bond, or his claim dies and his pack tears itself apart.
Nadia says no.
The pact doesn’t ask.
But the bond does something nobody warned either of them about. It pulls—until the cold strategist who came to collect a debt becomes a man who would burn down everything he inherited before he lets anything touch her.
Because there’s a faction inside the pack that needs this union to fail. They can’t touch King.
So they’re coming for her.
And what’s waking up in Nadia’s blood—the gift her family taught her to be ashamed of—might be the one thing the wolves never planned for.
Fated mates. Forced marriage. A menace on his knees. A queen coming into her crown.
He came to collect a debt. He found his reckoning.
