His Mistaken Mate
I wasn't supposed to be here.
The dress wasn't made for my body. The vows weren't written for my name. The man standing at the altar — cold-eyed, jaw like carved stone, power rolling off him like a second skin — he wasn't waiting for me.
He was waiting for my sister.
But my sister is gone, and someone had to bleed in her place. So here I am — Nyra, an Omega nobody, the pack's afterthought, the girl they forgot existed — standing before the most feared Alpha in the known world, about to become his wife.
Kael Dravon doesn't make mistakes. He doesn't tolerate them either.
And I am the biggest one he's ever been handed.
He makes that clear from the moment our eyes meet — mine full of barely-swallowed terror, his full of nothing at all. He doesn't want me. He doesn't intend to keep me any longer than the treaty requires. I'm a placeholder. A warm body with the wrong name wearing the right bloodline.
I tell myself I can survive this. That I've survived worse.
But surviving Kael Dravon means staying invisible, staying small, staying quiet — and the longer I live inside his world, the harder all three become.
Because his world is brutal. His enemies are vicious. And the secrets buried inside his pack's walls are the kind that get people killed.
Including girls who ask too many questions.
Including girls who start to feel things they were never supposed to feel.
Including me.
I wasn't supposed to be here.
But maybe — just maybe — neither was he.