Never stop running. And no matter what, never let the world know who you really are.
I’ve spent my whole life hiding. Training. Preparing. Hoping that no one will discover my secrets. What I can do. Who I am. And I’ve gotten so good at it, sometimes even I forget.
Until them.
The wolf pack with a ruthless reputation and a penchant for revenge. The protective fighter. The charming Brit. The shy hacker. The silent mercenary. The cruel assassin.
They see more than anyone ever has before. And even with demons of their own, they give me sanctuary. A place to hide, to rest, and maybe even a place to belong.
Only it turns into so much more. Because when they touch me, everything around me ignites, and nothing matters but them.
But these wolves have secrets. And those secrets bring enemies. And when they find out who I really am?
It's not their enemies I need to fear. It's them.
Why You Should Read This Book
Tropes
Trigger Warnings
Crescent Kingdom
“You should’ve run when you had the chance, Little Warrior. Because now that I know what it’s like to have your touch? You’ll never be free.”
“I know she isn’t my true mate. I didn’t feel the mating bond when I touched her or see any glimpses of our future.”
“If you’re happy, we’re happy. And the way all five of them watch you whenever you’re in the same room…it’s like their hearts are walking around outside their bodies.”
“You have the urge to protect every female with any hint of being broken.”
“Shut up! All of you just shut the hell up. We’re going to keep her safe. We’re going to give her time to heal and not force her to talk about anything she doesn’t want to. And if any of you try to push her, I’ll hack your whole lives. You won’t be able to move without hemorrhaging money or your phone accidentally sending out fart sounds.”
“Pretty please, will you tell me about this woman who conveniently got a job at your bar, who carries a knife in her belt, and could be an assassin sent by any one of our enemies?
“Little Warrior, prisoners don’t get a guest room.”
“Not only is she violent, she’s vicious, too. I think I’m in love.”
“Are you telling me that the most cantankerous of all of you, the assassin, is also…a cat daddy?”
“The hell you were. I know you don’t trust a soul other than the four of us, and that’s your choice. But I won’t let you poison the reputation of a good woman just because you don’t like her.”
“I miss having people. A pack. I miss when someone used to care.”
“We’re going to give you all the touch your body’s been craving for years. We’re going to make you come, and then you’re going to let your wolf free.”
“I’m Puck. You must be Wren. Dina told me all about you. Well, minus that you’re fucking gorgeous. But I’m not surprised there. She always leaves out the important details.”
“If you’re trying to drug me, I’ll cut off your nuts and feed them to you.”
“Okay, fine. This is the one instance where I am a chicken shit, scaredy cat, piss-my-trousers night-light-needer. Now, will you take pity on me?”
“I don’t know, King. She just…it feels like she fits. Like it was all meant to be. Maybe the fates are bringing her to us because we don’t have a true mate. Either way, she feels like ours. Like we’re hers.”
“Fuck, King. I’m in love. Please, let me fight her.”
“I see you, Wren. And everything I see is beautiful. Gentle and fierce. Strong and tender. You’re everything all at once, and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
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