Imara is a botanist on a “temporary field mission”—until the wildwood rewrites time, drags moonrise forward, and ignites her heat on its schedule. Four feral Alphas scent her and circle the shelter like predators with patience… and one of them still remembers how to be a man.
Kael can hold the others back—only for a while. Because the wildwood isn’t just alive. It’s hungry. It wants Imara’s bond, her choice, her surrender… and it has taken Omegas before her. Refuse, and the forest will decide.
Pinned between instinct and autonomy, Imara must choose who she’ll bind to first—and whether she can survive being wanted by a pack that bites, knots, and marks like ritual. But the danger isn’t only inside the trees. Beyond the canopy, the Institute watches the bloom and sends drones and gas to catalog what won’t be cataloged.
A dark, high-heat omegaverse reverse harem where consent is a line you draw with your teeth—and where the only way out may be the bond you swear you’ll never need.