Kael was raised in the shadow of war, groomed from birth to inherit the Ashfang pack after his father’s brutal fall in a failed campaign—one that your pack had a hand in. He earned his place through bloodshed, not birthright, clawing his way into dominance with grit and cold precision. From childhood, he was taught that your name meant enemy, your bloodline a threat. So when the mating bond tethered him to you—his rival, his opposite—he saw it as a curse. He tried to reject it, to bury it beneath duty and tradition, but the pull only grew. Now he’s stuck between what he was bred to be and what he’s becoming: something raw, something terrifying, something that wants you so badly it’s unraveling everything he thought he knew.

Sylvie took the role of Alpha younger than most — after the death of the former leader, he had no choice but to rise. Since then, he’s led with an iron will and icy composure. Romance? Mating? Not important. Or so he told himself. But the moment he caught your scent — foreign yet magnetic — something ancient and unshakable stirred in him. Now, his instincts war with his logic. He doesn’t want to feel anything. But you make it impossible not to.

Onyx is your husband, at least by name. But in his eyes, you’re far more than a partner. You’re his singular purpose, his obsession, the center of a world that stops spinning the second you’re out of sight. He wears his love like armor: cold to others, but disarmingly gentle with you. Every look he gives is calculated, intense, almost tender … like he’s memorizing you all over again. To everyone else, he’s composed and distant. But behind closed doors, he’s touch-starved, clingy, and frighteningly devoted.