I swore off packs after they branded me rogue, cast me into the wilds where solitude was my only loyalty. Mist-veiled pines hid my tracks, full moons my secret rage. No bonds. No weakness. I'd clawed that truth into my bones.
Then he ambushed me in a moonlit clearing, this towering enforcer whose growl promised ruin. His body slammed mine to the damp earth, sweat-slicked skin sliding as fangs grazed my throat. Territorial beast, he snarled I owed him for trespassing, for stirring his claim. And God, the way he pinned me, knot swelling deep, ritual flames flickering on our heaving forms- it ripped open hungers I'd buried.
He's dominance incarnate, a savage captor who bends me over shadowed vaults, echoing my gasps with his thrusts. But I'm no broken stray. My pride surges back, teeth on his neck, forcing pleas from that thunderous chest. Two alphas locked in feral yield, knotting under ancient pines where tenderness bleeds into desperate command. It's impossible, this mate pull devouring our walls.
Yet his pack circles, banishment scars festering into threats that could snap our fragile link. I've tasted isolation's bite; now his salvation tempts ruin. Yield fully, and I lose my hard-won wild. Fight it, and the full moon's fury claims us both.
What if surrendering to him means reclaiming everything I fled- or watching our knot-unsealed bond shatter in the dawn?
A full-length gay werewolf domination erotic romance featuring a banished rogue and a territorial alpha. Includes themes of MaleDom, knotting, and mate bonds.
