When Sunday Fallon is shipped off to Ravenscroft university, she feels the need to exert freedom because all her life she has been caged up.

She does not expect to meet her mate that she rejected seven years ago, or the isolation that she would face.

Carnal obsession

Itrailed out of the locker room after my classmates, filled with the same restless energy I’d lived with since my wolf caught her scent again. Sunday. My mate. The one who rejected me in front of both of our packs. Technically, that meant she wasn’tmyanything. But my wolf didn’t give a shit about technicalities. As far as he was concerned, Sunday belonged to us. And her getting attacked at the club and nearly dying only intensified my wolf’s protective instincts.


It was a damned pain in my ass if I was being honest. Because me, the man, didn’t want anything to do with her. She humiliated me in the most public arena that existed for shifters. I’m the Alpha’s son, future Alpha of the Farrell pack. Only one other pack in North America matches us in size. The Fallons.


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