I was Clara, a "wolfless" Omega accountant at the bottom of the Shadow Moon Pack. When I uncovered a multi-million-dollar money-laundering scheme run by my fiancé, Derek, they framed me, stripped me of my dignity, and threatened me with brutal exile. Broken and desperate, I fled into a rain-slicked underground VIP bar and spent one wild, chaotic night under the scorching touch of a deadly stranger. He claimed me in the dark, leaving me with nothing but a scent of cedarwood, an antique watch, and a secret pregnancy.
I left town the next morning, leaving behind my treacherous best friend's name: Alice.
Four years later, the soft Omega is gone. The ice-cold Auditor General has returned.
Now, I'm the youngest forensic auditor at a top Wall Street firm, hired to conduct due diligence for a ruthless corporate raid. My target? The very company that ruined me.
I smirked, ready to drop the hammer on my cheating ex-fiancé. But when I pushed open the top-floor boardroom doors, my world shattered. Sitting in the master chair wasn't just the mysterious stranger from that blood-soaked night... it was Victor Voss. The Elder Alpha, the king of Wall Street, and the one terrifying uncle my ex-fiancé fears more than death itself.
Victor has hunted for his runaway mate for four long years. The moment my scent of white roses and snow hits his senses, his inner wolf, Fenrir, demands absolute possession. He locks me in the archives, determined to force my submission—until my three-year-old math prodigy son, Noah, walks in with the exact same gold-amber eyes and undeniable Alpha aura.
As corporate warfare blends with ancient Pack conspiracies, the seals on my suppressed bloodline are cracking. I am no helpless accountant. I am the fated Royal White Lycan.
The Auditor and Her Billionaire Lycan is a high-stakes, secret baby werewolf romance packed with office tension, extreme groveling, a dominant alpha hero who hates everyone but her, and a protective "uncle-turned-lover" trope. HEA guaranteed, no cliffhanger!
Avery Blake is a former corporate strategist turned romance author, living somewhere on the East Coast where the hum of the city fades into the silence of the woods. After years of drafting contracts and navigating boardroom battles, she decided to trade dry legal briefs for stories with much more bite. Avery specializes in smart, high-stakes werewolf romance featuring possessive Alphas and the fiercely brilliant women who bring them to their knees. Along with a shelf full of law books, she’s collected a supportive husband and a sharp-witted son who keeps her on her toes. She lives in a quiet corner of the Northeast, usually with a cold espresso in one hand and a book in the other.