The Alpha's Greatest Regret Is Our Daughters

Just because my five-year-old twin daughters upset my mate's former lover, he condemned them to the Iron Fang Den, a brutal training camp where young wolf pups were broken into obedience.

The wardens came to our packhouse before dawn.

They forced open the gates and marched inside, reaching for my daughters as though they were criminals instead of frightened little pups.

My girls clung to the stone doorway, crying for their father.

I dropped to my knees.

"They're only five," I begged, tears burning my eyes. "They're still pups. No child survives the Iron Fang Den unchanged. Please...