Fated to the Scarred Wolf

I was his wolf’s salvation at the lowest point in his life. But he didn’t want a savior, let alone a mate.

Olivia

I’ve watched him from afar, certain he never noticed me. So when he grabs my arm and declares me his mate, I’m more than shocked. I’m shaken to my core. Seconds after declaring me his, he passes out from the torture, and I’m once again left to wonder if this is all some kind of dream. Or more likely, a nightmare.

But I can’t focus on my mixed-up feelings, because I’ve got to save his life to have a chance at finding out if any of this is real. His body is broken and battered, and it’s going to take every skill I’ve got to bring him back from the brink.

Even the skills I don’t talk about.

Lucien

The quiet little healer? She can’t be my mate. My wolf was desperate—we were dying. Poisoned. Tortured. It's the only explanation.

But when I wake up, she’s there at my side, and my wolf is nearly feral trying to get to her, stake his claim on her. But I push her away, because it’s all too much, too soon. I’m not worthy of a mate. Especially not now that I’m scarred.

I’m too broken, too ugly, too mean. Anything good in me was burned out a long time ago.

No, she’s better off without me.

Now I just have to convince my wolf to let her go.