Finding your soulmate was supposed to be a miracle. But in a world that considered surrendering to the inner wolf a sin and shifting a crime, miracles came at a brutal cost. Two soulmates who had newly found each other would meet again with broken necks. Yes. Romantic. Winston Redman never saw it coming. He was the CEO of one of the continent's economic giants. Successful in anything possible. Until the marks appeared. The sign that his soulmate was closing in. He couldn't risk his reputation, his empire, his family, his entire life for this kind of bullshit. So he just gave the order. It was supposed to be easy. One shot. Clean, quick, done. Then the new secretary walks in. Son of his family's oldest, bloodiest rival. Winston was prepared for anything: espionage, assassination, conspiracy. Anything except a delicious cup of coffee and a smile just as sweet: "Good morning, boss." It looked like, before he could kill his soulmate and save his own life, this boy was already killing him. With genuine smiles, that one-sided dimple, and the kind of life-wrecking lies that the CEO no longer minded to believe.