Deedson
Rhen Thornwolf has one rule burned into her bones: Omegas do not look Alphas in the eye. Not ever. Her pack bled for that rule a hundred years ago, when a Thornwolf woman loved an Ashveil heir and cursed both bloodlines when it ended in blood under a red moon. Now the curse is legend, the packs are enemies turned uneasy allies, and Rhen is nobody. A kennel girl. A name nobody bothers to learn.
Kieran Ashveil is the Alpha heir everybody bothers to learn. Tomorrow he will stand before both packs and accept a mating bond with Elara Duskmoor, sealing a treaty that keeps the hunters off Ashveil land for another generation. He does not want her. He wants the girl who pulled a wounded pup out of a hunter's trap with her bare hands and did not run when he found her covered in blood and told her to.
One scent-drenched night before his engagement is announced, Kieran and Rhen collide, and the mate pull neither of them asked for slams into place like a door locking behind them. It should be impossible. Omegas cannot bond Alphas. The curse forbids it on pain of war. But the pull does not care about pain, or law, or the wedding already being planned in the Ashveil hall.
As Rhen is drawn deeper into Kieran's world, she starts noticing things that do not add up. A locket she has worn since birth matches a crest carved into the oldest wall in Ashveil territory. Her mother never told her where she came from. And the curse everyone fears may not be a punishment at all. It may be a promise nobody has been brave enough to keep.
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