LOGINOne night of moon-fueled liquid courage was all it took for Mars Reed to ruin his life. Mistakenly messaging his cold, predatory Alpha CEO instead of his best friend was strike one. Waking up in the elite VTN ROOM entangled in the powerful limbs of Grant Walker was strike two. But fleeing the scene and leaving behind the pack’s most sensitive legal contracts? That was the death blow to his career. Mars is a low-level analyst with a dying mother and a mountain of debt. He can’t afford to be the object of an Alpha’s curiosity, especially not one as ruthless as Grant—the man rumored to have a heart made of mountain ice and a secret soul-bond etched in ink on his skin. But when Mars creeps into the Walker Ridge Estate to beg for his documents back, he doesn’t get a pink slip. He gets a command. "I need a consort. You need a savior. We sign the blood-bond at dawn." Grant Walker doesn't do accidents. He doesn't do mercy. And he certainly doesn't do romance. He needs a husband to solidify his claim over Westline Holdings, and Mars is the perfect, disposable piece for his board. Locked into a high-stakes marriage of convenience, Mars must navigate the lethal politics of Havencrest while resisting the heat of a man who treats him like a subordinate by day and a treasure by night. But as the shadows of the Walker Ridge close in, Mars begins to realize that the "mistake" in the hotel room might not have been a mistake at all—and that Grant’s guarded heart might be the most dangerous trap of all. He walked into a contract he thought belonged to another man. Now, he belongs to the Alpha.
View MoreMars Reed POV"My wolf locks its gaze on Quincy as his male tongue affectionately calls Alpha Grant’s father by his raw first name, Jonathan," I growl softly, the vibrations hitting my chest as I sit in the wheelchair. That specific casual tone immediately suggests to my inner beast that there might be a much deeper history circulating between their high-ranking bloodlines.“So, your lineage and Grant’s dad are tightly bonded, then?” I inquire, my male voice thick with a sudden hint of raw territorial curiosity.“Oh, my own father and Alpha Jonathan have been sworn pack brothers for decades,” Quincy explains with a sharp, warm smile, showing his fangs in a friendly gesture. “My boots used to run wild all over the Walker Ridge Estate all the time when my wolf was just a cub. I actually haven't met Alpha Grant a whole lot during our younger seasons, though. His father usually kept his frame away at the elite northern academies here in the States, while my own body grew up studying the an
Mars Reed POV“My breath hitches as Jessa Moore lets out a heavy, frustrated growl, her hands dropping flat against the iron backrest of my wheelchair under the moonlight,” I mutter, my voice tight with an aching weight. “Mars, your tongue says Grant Walker is a completely stand-up alpha wolf, but why on earth did his soul have to get stuck with dominant parents like Jonathan and Amanda? Your hearts are so intensely locked in the pack bond, and yet this disaster…”“The Walker lineage looks down on my outcast scent, no surprise there to my mind,” I say with stark, raw self-awareness, my fingers gripping the armrests.My inner wolf knew all too well why Grant’s parents utterly despised my male body—simply because their prestigious, ancient family name and territory clout were miles out of reach for a low-ranking lone wolf who used to run wild in the border brush. And, in all pack fairness, their elite judgment was true. But that reality didn't give their high-ranking claws the right to
Mars Reed POV"Brooke Caldwell always possesses a sickening knack for staging wild pack drama, and this madness is undoubtedly her pathetic way of dodging the silver execution bullet," Jeffrey Vance growls, his large shoulders dropping as he leans his weight heavily against the iron bedpost.Grant Walker does not buy her performance for a single second, his dark alpha eyes narrowing into hard slits. To be completely fair, as a dominant supreme leader who moves literal mountains in the territory world, sharp predatory wits are an absolute necessity for his survival. Grant stays perpetually on his toes around every single wolf in the West Coast circuit, except his inner wolf drops all its guards the exact second his nose catches my specific lone wolf scent."God, my own mind was such a massive, blind fool back in the day," Jeffrey groans out loud, his knuckles rubbing his bandaged forehead as if he wishes his boots could time travel back to the old den and rip some raw sense into his yo
Mars Reed POV"My acting chops with Victor Lang were completely terrible back in Silverwood, yet your own alpha instincts played right along with barely a single reaction," I growl softly, my chest tightening as my fingers squeeze the damp washcloth tight over the basin. That absolute lack of fury from a dominant wolf was a total giveaway to his sharp mind.The only plausible explanation circulating inside my brain was that his wolf knew the raw truth all along. He just pretended to be completely blind to my lies.Grant Walker looks up from his pillow, his dark alpha gaze locking onto my male frame as my silhouette reflects deep inside his pupils. After a long, heavy silence between our breaths, he speaks in a raspy, low rumble from his throat, "If your heart does not want my mind to know the truth, Mars, then my soul does not know a single thing."His wolf had always been exactly like that with my scent. Because Grant knew all too well that any abrupt, aggressive move on his part wou
"Victor, once the final audit for the Cic Forest Marker is filed, I'm handing in my resignation.""No need for that, Mars. I’ve got a series of holdings abroad that need a firm hand."Before, Victor Lang would have fought tooth and nail to keep me in Silverwood, but now he was practically packing m
I dropped the phone onto the silk duvet and exhaled, my eyes tracing the dark wood beams of the Pacific Crest Resort ceiling. For the first time in years, the crushing weight of the Cic Forest Marker project had lifted from my shoulders, and the simple luxury of lying still felt alien.My screen gl
The ink on his collarbone looked weathered, as if it had been etched into his skin years ago. If Jessa’s gossip held any weight, those digits—V25—had to be the birth date of the person who owned his heart.I knew for a fact that Grant’s birthday fell in the spring, and the high elders of the Walker
The role of a liaison in a territorial firm might sound prestigious, but everyone in the pack knew the subtext: it was about baring your throat and pouring the wine.Grant’s words stung like a silver burn across my skin. Did he really think I was that type of wolf? Did he think Howard had served me






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