“I reject you, Maya Carter.” My Alpha tied me to a post, mocked my scars, and banished me with forty dollars. That night, I made the Lycan King’s pup eat when every nanny had failed. “You’re hired,” Logan said—then offered me $100,000 a month to become his contract mate. But when my dress exposed the crescent birthmark on my shoulder, the feared king crushed a glass. “Where did you get that mark?” Everyone swore I was wolfless. So why is a sacred white wolf waking inside me—and why has Logan searched for me for thirteen years?
