Xavier stared down at Olympia as she slept; satisfied that she was going to be okay now that she was dry and warm. Once he’d gotten her back to his cabin he’d stripped her and wrapped her in blankets warmed in front of the fire. Hypothermia would have been the least of her troubles had his half-brother Ryder gotten to her first.

Even knowing that Olympia was born his mate, Ryder had been hell bent on getting to her first and leaving his mark on her. That would have ruined the elders’ plans, but it wouldn’t have stopped Xavier from claiming her as his.

Wolves only had one mate, and...