He’s the wolf who broke my heart. And I swear I won’t fall for him…again.
I’m a successful human in a small town of wolves, and I have it all. Or so it seems.
Nobody knows that in my darkest nights, I still crave the single dad who rejected me.
It doesn’t matter, because he left years ago. It’s for the best. Or so I tell myself.
The moment we meet again, I know something has changed him since he’s been gone.
But he’s still incredibly handsome, and he still wakes up that secret part of me.
He’s also hostile, and cold, and overly protective, which pisses me off.
I don’t need looking after, don’t need him to pretend that he cares.
But here’s the thing about this wolf: There’s always something underneath his coldness.
A hidden heat that only comes out when I’m at my most vulnerable.
A hidden tenderness that appears only when I’m starved for his attention.
A hidden fierceness that materializes only when I’m in serious danger.
Can I risk it and bare my soul for my mate again, especially now that I’m carrying his baby?