

by Sebastian Hart
Calista is the pack’s punching bag—a "worthless" rogue’s daughter endured years of torment at the hands of the Silvercrest triplets. Dorian, Evander, and Rowan: the future Alphas, as cruel as they are breathtaking. Calista counts the days until her wolf awakens, her only ticket to freedom. But the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor. On the night of their eighteenth birthday, the air shifts. The scent of cedarwood and spice becomes a snare. The tormentors she loathes aren't just Alphas—they are her fated mates. "You belong to no one?" Dorian smirks, his predatory gaze pinning her down. "That’s where you’re wrong, little rogue."