I should've known nothing good ever happens after 10 p.m. All I wanted to do was drop off a stupid package to my sister and crawl back into bed. I even told myself I was being a good person-selfless, thoughtful, the world's greatest little sister. In and out. Five minutes, tops. Instead, I walked straight into chaos. No thank-you. No praise. No relieved hug. Just him. Tall. Intimidating. Infuriatingly confident. The kind of man who looks at you like he already owns the air you're breathing. And before I can even ask what his problem is, he steps closer, eyes dark with something possessive and entirely unhinged, and says the one word that flips my world upside down. "Mine." Apparently, delivering a package wasn't on my schedule tonight. Being claimed by a dominant, arrogant Alpha who insists I'm his mate was.