Sold to the Pack

Her own father sold her to a pack of werewolves to settle a gambling debt. One minute Saffron is skipping school and scrounging for groceries; the next, the Alpha himself is tossing her into his truck — a mountain of a wolf so furious she privately names him Pissed Off Wolf — and the only family she had is counting her price in cash.

She doesn't cry. She plans.

The pack expects a docile Omega, so that is exactly what Saffron gives them: lowered eyes, soft answers, obedient little nods. Let them believe the act. Every smile she fakes buys her another day of freedom, and every day brings her closer to the walls she intends to slip past. She will escape this pack if it's the last thing she does. Falling for the Alpha's son was never part of the deal.

Lerman Patton has been waiting for one thing his whole life: the mate the Moon Goddess promised him. On the night he comes of age, his entire pack gathers to watch him find her — and he finds no one. The future Alpha, mateless, a walking embarrassment, until his father drags home a half-starved Rogue with fear in her eyes and a scent that turns his world upside down.

His mate. A Rogue. An Omega who can't even hold a wolf's gaze without shaking.

She's nothing he imagined. She's everything he wants.

But this pack plays by brutal, old-world rules, and a weak Blanch would tear it apart. So the order comes down from the Alpha himself: push the girl, test the girl, break the softness out of her before the pack rejects her — by any means necessary. Lerman tells himself the cruelty isn't real. Saffron tells herself the boy who kisses her breathless is just playing his part. Both of them are lying, and both of them are starting to wonder what happens when the act becomes the truth.

Because the tension between them is a live wire. Stolen glances over breakfast. Training lessons that end pressed close, breathing hard. A kiss in the dark that should never have happened and won't stop happening, heat building toward a line they keep almost crossing — and then the door closes, and what's left smolders hotter than what's shown.

Then the jealous ex who catches them kissing starts sharpening knives, faces from Saffron's old life resurface with grudges to settle, and Rogue wolves mass beyond the border with vengeance in their hearts. The pack that bought her may be the only thing standing between Saffron and the monsters who think she belongs to them.

Worst of all, Saffron is hiding a secret even she doesn't understand: no link, no answers, a wolf that doesn't come when it's called. The Moon Goddess made her for some other purpose entirely, and the Goddess is running out of patience.

Sold into a world of teeth and hierarchies, Saffron must choose: run from the mate and the pack that bought her, or stand and fight for a place no one ever offered her. One thing is certain — the girl they bought is about to become the wolf they can't control.

Werewolf romance. Slow burn, strong chemistry, and all the steam behind closed doors.