On the night I caught my boyfriend of five years with another woman, something snapped inside me.

I heard voices in my head, voices I was certain weren’t mine. I wore rage like an outfit. Claws tore through my skin.

Then he appeared.

Darian McAlister, the Lycan prince, all shades of danger wrapped in silver hair and flaming eyes.

He saved me from myself that night, and then, accidentally marked me.

Now, I'm tied to the man who's already betrothed to another. A man who wants nothing to do with me, and has made that clear.

Once it becomes a settled fact that my very existence threatens the man I'm already hopelessly falling for, what should I do?

And how will he respond?