"Seven years ago, he took my virginity then married another woman. Seven years later, he pinned me against the wall and said: 'You can't escape, Luna—our son is mine.'" Seraphina thought she'd hidden well enough—until the day she was mopping the floor in the penthouse suite of the Vossberg Group and ran into the man who should have been at the wedding—Damien Vossberg, newly minted Alpha King candidate, her son's biological father, her stepbrother. He remembered her scent. He could smell the wolf-blood in that six-year-old boy in the hallway. What she didn't know: The "political marriage" seven years ago was a trap; she wasn't thrown out for an "incest scandal," but because the child in her womb threatened the entire werewolf council's rule. Her stepmother had always known she was Damien's fated mate, fiancée Vivienne Sterling orchestrated everything, and Damien had spent seven years using every means—including murder—to find her. When the Alpha re-marked his Luna, when the six-year-old little wolf first shifted, when the council sent assassins after mother and son—she finally understood: Running wasn't the answer. The crown was.
