Bought by the Alpha

I thought I was sent to scrub his floors.
The Alpha King had other plans.

Wren

I'm nobody special, just a girl from a pack drowning in debt, trying to keep my sister alive after the accident that emptied our savings. When my parents send me to the Alpha King's fortress, I brace myself for backbreaking work and a cot in the servants' quarters.

Instead I'm given silk sheets and a locked door.

That's when the truth comes out.

I wasn't hired. I was purchased, to give King Ronan the heir his crown demands.

Ronan Voss is ruthless, unreadable, and carries a darkness the whole kingdom whispers about. They say his last mate didn't survive him. Now the council is circling his throne, and he needs a breeder before the next full moon or he loses everything.

I've never so much as held a man's hand. I don't know how I'm supposed to survive what's expected of me.

What I don't expect is the way my pulse betrays me every time he's near, like my own body has already chosen a side I can't afford to be on.

Ronan

I buried tenderness the day I buried my mate. Since then I've ruled with nothing but iron, because iron doesn't get taken from you.

I didn't ask for a breeder. My advisors handled the arrangement, a transaction, nothing more, until Wren stepped out of that carriage looking like she belonged nowhere near my house of thorns.

She's untouched. Unguarded. Everything I stopped believing existed.

I told my wolf this changes nothing, that she's a means to an heir and no more.

My wolf isn't listening.

And the longer she's under my roof, the less I trust myself to keep this arrangement as simple as I promised it would be.