As an Omega, 17-year-old Sarah is used to being at the bottom of the pecking order, even in her new pack and new high school. But her usually-boring life changes when she turns 18. She expects to shift—and nothing happens.

Now, as if being an Omega isn’t bad enough, Sarah is also human. But Sarah, to her surprise, soon finds her mate: in the pack’s handsome and compassionate Alpha. And the lowly Omega finds herself rocketing to the top of her pack’s status as the new Luna. Just as it seems that life is finally going her way, Sarah learns of a terrible betrayal that results in tragic death, exile, and upheaval of what should have been her storybook ending… Or does it?

Sarah continues her journey, as she is put to the test with just how many life-shattering changes she can take. Will she live as an outcast? Or as the most respected member of her pack?

Sarah joins forces with her trusted and true friend, Ayala. Together, they search for Ayala’s true mate, attempt to unlock her shifter powers, and fend off threats from the deadly Coello. Can they escape his mercenaries, Isaac and Regan? Or will Sarah and Ayala fall prey before they can find their true mates?

Ayala, 18, has always been a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. After a whirlwind year, she’s ready to settle into her new life at the Santa Cruz tree house, with Jasper, Isaac, Regan, and the other members of the pack. When she suggests they host a bonfire, Jasper and the rest agree. It seems like a magical night. But when Ayala leans in to kiss Jasper, he backs away. She’s ready to give up on him as her mate when fate forces them into a cross-country road trip together. Soon, they learn they have more in common than they thought. Might he be her true mate after all?


The Alpha's Mate 

Sure enough, someone brings us plates of dinner. I share mine with the rest of the group, knowing that they didn’t have a chance to take a break from this awful prison trailer like I did.


Jasper refuses to let me give him any of his dinner, though, pushing the portion back toward me. His eyes are filled with love, and concern, and a twinge of fear. 


The sun goes down. Barrett will want to complete the executions tonight, if possible.


One of the guards opens the door and orders me out. I stand outside in the freezing cold while Barrett saunters up to me wearing a thick fur coat.


“Well, girlie? What did you get for me?”


“I’m close,” I tell him. “Really close. One of the Whismore boys even thinks I have a crush on him.”


“Close,” Barrett repeats. “Does that mean you still don’t know where that grave is?”


I shake my head. “I’m trying, but you know, if you push someone too hard to tell you something, they get suspicious.”


Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Five