ALPHA MORDECAI’S OBSESSION: A Story of Betrayal, Obsession, and Fated Mates

The night I lay dying, my blood pooling beneath me, Noah chose her—and let our child slip away into the dark.

By the time the truth shattered his pretty lies, I was already a ghost. Sold. Traded like cattle to Alpha Mordecai—the Kingslayer, the butchery of the north wrapped in a crown of rust.

They whisper his name like a curse. A monster. A madman painted in the blood of kings.

I should be terrified.

But terror doesn't make my pulse race like this. Doesn't make my skin burn where his shadow falls. Because when he takes me—when he pushes inside and claims every breath I have—I don't fight. I drown. Wet. Willing. Wrecked.

Noah is clawing through hell to get me back.

But Mordecai?

He doesn't let go of what's his.

And I'm beginning to wonder if I ever want him to.