Victoria Stone
He killed my brother. The Council says I marry him or my father hangs.
Senna Vaelkarn has spent five years hating exactly one man. The Rhoswyn heir who led the raid that killed her brother. She has trained every day since for a fight she never got to finish.
Instead, the Council hands her a wedding.
To end a war that has bled both werewolf Houses dry, Senna and Varek Rhoswyn are ordered to bind themselves in marriage, or her father pays for treason with his life. She says yes. Then the mate bond slams into her the second their eyes meet across the council chamber, and the last thing Senna is prepared to survive is wanting the man she swore to hate.
Varek remembers exactly what he took from her. He was nineteen when his father gave the order, and he ran it anyway. He never expected the bond to choose the one woman whose forgiveness he will never deserve, and he cannot stop wanting it regardless.
Then hunters breach the mountain stronghold hosting the peace talks. They carry cold-iron bolts that freeze a wolf where it stands and a note naming the bride and groom’s exact rooms. Senna and Varek find themselves fighting side by side instead of against each other for the first time in their lives.
Somebody inside Cairnhold doesn’t want this marriage to hold. And they know exactly where the couple sleeps.
A marriage built on a threat. A bond neither of them can outrun. And a traitor neither House saw coming.
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