"Well," I say, throwing my hands up, "I'm drunk. I'm tired. I'm wearing a dress that's cutting into my ribs. And I smell like club lighting and regret. So unless this bond of yours also comes with a shower and a bottle of water, I'm out."
She was sunlight in a world of claws and power.
He was a war-forged alpha, possessive and feared.
Isla never wanted a mate.
She was happy skipping class, stealing sunshine, and ignoring the shadows of the werewolf-ruled world around her. Her powerful family let her live freely, as long as she stayed in line.
But everything changes the night the infamous war alpha steps into her city.
And claims her.
He's dangerous. Ready for a battle.
And he doesn't take no for an answer.
But Isla isn't a girl you can keep in a cage.
Even if fate says she's his.