Chosen by a Mad Wolf

Synopsis

On the last day of the pack's Mate Ceremony, Connor Wolfe slipped Lunar Breath into my wine and locked me up. By the time I used all my strength, forced the door, and ran out, the bell at the Moonlight Altar had tolled, and the ceremony was over. Outside the hall, Connor was leaning against a sports car, smoking with a few of the senior Betas. One of them asked, "Is it really okay to do this to avoid bonding with her?" Connor flicked ash off his cigarette and shrugged. "What's wrong with that? Anna's waiting at the private hospital. I promised her I'd ditch Vera, that tagalong." "But Vera nearly lost her right hand protecting you from a silver bullet last year, and she stood by you through your lycanthropy." Connor chuckled, "That was an act. I wanted her to miss the bonding deadline. She'll learn better than to dream about being my future Luna." I stayed hidden behind a pillar with tears burning my eyes and bit my lip until it bled. Connor still had no idea that, two weeks ago, the High Elder Council had approved my special request. My mate wouldn't be him. It would be the mad wolf from Northland, the most brutal first-generation Alpha.