Fate can be a funny thing. One minute, you are the beloved daughter of a powerful alpha, and the next, you're nothing more than a tool used to join forces with another strong pack. And if you don't go along with what is expected of you, the one who is using you for personal gain will make your life a living hell and destroy anything that is precious to you.
Because of this, Denali Ozera finds herself married to the cold and ruthless Rosco Torres, alpha of the Crystal Fang pack and enemy not only to her, but her entire family.  But by some weird twist of fate, Rosco isn't what others say he is, and he is even willing to help Denali get back everything that was meant to be hers.
Together, Denali and Rosco devise a plan to destroy Denali's father and her stepmother and sister. All Rosco asks for in return is Denali's mind, body, and soul.

Forced To Be His Bride-Fated To Be His Mate.

A hiss of pain escapes Denali as I push against her exposed ribs, which are clearly bruised from her stepmother’s attack. Fuck, that bitch really did a number on her, and I was beginning to regret just leaving without doing anything. 


Fine… How the hell was she fine when she was covered in bruises and scars? There was absolutely nothing fine about this, but I understood why she was saying that even if I didn’t like it. 


Since bringing Denali up to our room and undressing her from the waist up, I have been fighting the urge to go back to that damn venue and beating the shit out of Roger. I already hated his fucking guts, but after witnessing him standing aside while that bitch of a wife of his beat Denali, the need for blood was strong. 


“Ow,” Denali squeaks, snapping me out of my head so that I realize that I pressed too hard on her wounded ribs. 


His Trauma