LOGINFor nine years, I hid my omega scent and served the Sato-kai as a harmless beta. Staying invisible kept me out of an alpha’s bed, a pack’s breeding contract, and the Moon Council’s records. Then someone replaced my suppressants with saline during a peace summit between New York’s most dangerous wolf-shifter crime families. My heat erupted in a ballroom filled with armed alphas. And two rival crime lords called me mate. Kenji Sato is my ruthless yakuza boss—the controlled alpha who has secretly protected me for years. Luca De Santis is his dangerously charming Mafia enemy, a man who looks at me as if he wants to uncover every secret I’ve hidden beneath my skin. They hate each other. Their wolves both want me. And mine refuses to choose. An ancient shared-claim law forces us into seventy-two hours of close quarters, possessive protection, and desire none of us can control. If we can’t prove my heat was deliberately triggered, the Moon Council will give me to whichever criminal empire makes the strongest claim. But my sabotaged suppressants are only the beginning. A vanished doctor, a refrigerated shipment carrying captive omegas, and a charity controlled by Luca’s family lead to a conspiracy buried inside both syndicates. Someone knows what I am. Someone has been waiting for my heat. Now two powerful alphas must share the omega they would kill to possess. And if their rivalry doesn’t start a war, what happens when they finally put their hands on me might.
View MoreHanaMy mother had hated Masaru Sato.She never spoke his name without checking the lock. When Sato-kai cars passed our apartment, she moved me away from the windows. The last year of her life, she made me memorize three escape routes from school and a phone number that disconnected before I ever called it.Masaru now wanted me to believe she had trusted him with the secret that could have destroyed us both.“You're lying,” I said.“Frequently,” he replied. “Not about Reina.”Kenji's head lifted. “You knew Hana's mother.”“Long before either of you understood what our families were.”“Then explain it.”Masaru's expression closed. “Not over a compromised line.”I almost laughed. “Your office authorized an attack on your penthouse, Aiko's clinic was emptied, and someone replaced my medication inside your summit. Which line do you consider uncompromised?”“Return to the hotel. We will speak in person.”“No.”Masaru wasn't accustomed to hearing the word. That gave us something in common.
HanaKenji watched the image of his father without blinking. His body had gone rigid beside mine, grief and fury locked behind the same discipline that made other men fear him. I wanted to touch him. The urge surprised me more than the heat did. Kenji never looked as though he needed anything, yet the bond carried the truth of it: he needed an anchor before his father pulled the ground from beneath him.The camera had reduced Masaru Sato to gray light and hard angles, but no poor resolution could disguise him. He wore the same dark coat he'd arrived in at the summit. Aiko stood beside him with her keys gripped between both hands.Luca broke the silence. “I assume this is where you tell us the footage has been altered.”“It hasn't,” Kenji said.He didn't defend Masaru. That frightened me more than anger would have.I replayed the final minute. Masaru entered the clinic behind Aiko. Neither appeared again. The rear camera had been removed, leaving two wires hanging from the brick. If th
KenjiAiko Tanaka's clinic had three locks and no doctor.The first lock opened with Hana's code. The second had been drilled from the hallway. The third lay on the floor inside the office, its screws removed and arranged in a careful row on the tile.No broken furniture waited beyond it. No blood. The reception desk held a cold cup of tea and a stack of registration forms aligned beneath a glass weight. Whoever had taken Aiko possessed time, access, and confidence that no one would interrupt.Emi cleared the treatment rooms while Marco guarded the stairwell. Luca stayed close enough to Hana that their shoulders nearly touched. I kept to her other side. We had left the hotel through a kitchen loading bay and changed vehicles twice, yet I couldn't dismiss the certainty that my father's men knew our destination.Hana pressed a hand to the wall as another wave of heat passed through her. She had refused to remain behind. I had expected that refusal and disliked it anyway.“You can search
HanaDead people created terrible accounting problems.They stopped signing checks, collecting salaries, or paying taxes. Their passwords expired. Their names stayed behind on property records and beneficiary forms, where a patient investigator could find them. A person who wanted to hide a living woman inside a dead one's paperwork had to keep making choices, and every choice left a number.“Was Sofia's body recovered?” I asked.Luca remained near the windows. “The warehouse fire left bone fragments. Dental records matched.”“Did you see the report?”“I saw what my uncle gave us.”Kenji retrieved a chair from the undamaged side of the table and set it behind me. This time I used it. The relief from touching them had lasted, though my skin remained too tight for my body.“Tell me about the route,” I said.Luca looked toward the dead attacker. “Now?”“Especially now. Someone paid men through the same charity to take me alive or kill anyone who interfered. I don't believe in coincidence












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