As the pack’s enforcer and the alpha’s daughter, I know the rules as well as anyone. I just never expected the devious foster brother that we brought into our pack and gave a place to call his would assassinate my father and use those rules to usurp his position. The coward even hired a mercenary to take my young brothers hostage.

He’s a stoic, powerful human soldier who has no idea what he’s up against when he takes his place as guard outside my prison cell. And when I’m forced to become the new alpha’s mate so he can solidify his command of the pack, that human delivers me to my doom.

But I know something the traitor doesn’t. That even if he dangles my brothers’ lives in the balance, the pack will never accept an interloper as their leader, even if he uses my position to solidify his. He might think he can starve me into submission while he rallies the pack. He can believe a mere mortal soldier is able to keep me in check while he rallies the pack around him.

But he doesn’t know the depth of my rage. I’ll fake my submission so long as it keeps my brothers safe, and I’ll wage  war if I have to. Even if it means I have to get close to my enemy.

Maybe a bit too close…