Contract Mate to the Dark Alpha - A Paranormal Shifter Romance of Fated Bonds, Ancient Bloodlines, and a Wolfless Woman #964313

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I killed them.

At least, that's what everyone believes. That's what I believed for six years.
My parents. Gone. My wolf. Stripped away, locked so deep I can't even feel her anymore. My life? Handed over to my brother like I'm something he owns, not someone he raised.

Twenty-four years old and I'm scrubbing floors in the pack that used to be mine. Wearing silver cuffs that never stop burning. Taking hits I stopped flinching from years ago. I don't dream anymore. Don't hope. I just... survive.
Until he shows up.
Alpha Ryder Kane.

They say his eyes go red when the rage takes him. That he walked into a rogue den of thirty wolves and walked out alone. That Alphas twice his age drop their heads when he enters a room. My brother is doing some dangerous deal with him, and I am supposed to stay invisible.
But the second Ryder's gaze finds me across that corridor?
Everything stops.

He shouldn't notice me. I'm nobody. Wolfless. Broken. A servant in my own packhouse. But he keeps looking at me like he can see straight through every lie my brother built to keep me buried — through the silver, through the silence, through eighteen years of damage.

And when my brother slides me across the table as part of their agreement — like I'm some kind of bonus prize attached to the deal — Ryder doesn't hesitate.
He takes me.
Now I'm in his territory. In his house. And he is asking questions nobody has asked in six years.

About the night my parents died. About why my scent is wrong — not pack-scented, not rogue-scented, something older that he can't quite place. About the scars on my wrists and the flinch I can't kill and why the hell my own blood brother treats me like a criminal.

I should keep my mouth shut. Stay small. That's the rule that kept me alive this long.
But Ryder? He doesn't do small. And he doesn't do safe.
He touches me like I'm not already broken. Looks at me like I'm not a monster. And when he growls that I'm his — not his contract obligation, not his slave, not a clause in some dark alpha deal — but his — something inside me that has been dead for years starts clawing its way back toward the light.

Here's the thing about buried secrets though: they never stay buried.
My old pack is lying. My brother is hiding something that could get us all killed. And the most powerful Alpha in the entire wolf world — a man who has been pulling strings in the shadows for three centuries — has known exactly what I am since the night I was born.

I'm not the murderer they made me believe I was.
I'm something else entirely.
Something the Shadow Council has been terrified of since before my first breath. Something ancient. Something that wears silver chains because the people who put them on me knew — if they ever came off — I would become the one thing no pack, no contract, no corrupt Alpha Council could stop.

The closer Ryder gets to the truth, the more dangerous everything becomes. Because the people who enslaved me? They will burn the entire wolf world to the ground before they let him uncover what really happened in that fire eighteen years ago.

And when my wolf finally breaks free?
Everyone who hurt me is going to wish they had killed me when they had the chance.