Bleed for His Mistress, Claimed by the Supreme Alpha

The ruling Alpha of this city had established a strict law: any werewolf without a mate by the age of twenty-five must submit to a mandatory match.

I was merely a maid in the Crimson Pack manor, a lowly female Omega.

Mason was the pack's young heir, a natural-born Alpha.

We had lived together as mates for nearly a year—until an official from the Wolf Council Hall contacted me.

"The mate bond you registered is a forgery."

"The Moon Goddess has already arranged your true match. In two days, he will come for you in person."