ALPHA VALENTINO'S BRIDE

Rosalyn Ashbane swore she'd never bow to a wolf.

Not to his rules.

Not to his ring.

Not even to his touch.

But Valentino Dante DeLuca doesn't court.

He conquers.

The Alpha of the Bloodhowl Pack has waited years for his bride, and when Rosalyn runs, he hunts.

When she fights, he binds.

When she burns, he devours.

"You think you can deny me?" His breath ghosted over her ear, a cruel promise dressed as a whisper. "I'll tear down kingdoms just to keep you caged. You'll kneel, Rosalyn. Whether in my throne room... or in my bed."

She hates him.

She craves him.