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.

Eleanor stares at me in disbelief as the rogue lets out a howl and charges toward me again. It is clear from its sporadic attacks that it isn’t fully capable of forming coherent thoughts, which, in the end, would work in our favor. 


This time, as Maverick pulls me again, I kick out, connecting my foot with the rogue’s temple. A whine escapes it as it sways and then shakes off the shock of my attack. 


“Dumb fuck.” Eleanor giggles, realizing the same thing I have. “If we must catch it, allow me.” 


Not giving anyone a chance to react, she is moving, jumping on the rogue, and then wrapping an arm around its neck. As it begins to buck and fight to get her off, she holds on tightly. 


“Why are the rest of you standing there while she does all the work?” Maverick huffs, giving the group of men who stand around doing nothing a look. “Are you too fucking afraid to fight too?” 


“Afraid.” Forrest growls. “Who the fuck is afraid?” 


His Secret