LIVIA In my world, I'm porcelain. Something to be displayed, not touched. Princess Livia Ashworth. The pack's spare heir. The one they parade at treaties and hide at war councils. But down here, in the human city where no wolf dares set a paw, I'm just Liv Sinclair data analyst, night-shift coffee addict, and apparently now a woman who books rogue escorts off an app her guards would burn to the ground if they found it. I didn't do it for the thrill. I did it because for one night, I wanted to choose something. Anything. I just didn't expect to choose him. KAI I don't take orders. Not from the Elders, not from the Four Packs, and certainly not from a girl who thinks a credit card and a fake name make her invisible. I run this city's underworld from the shadows most wolves are too scared to walk through. I don't do "bookings." I don't do "escort." But she typed her order like a woman used to being denied things, and something about that made me want to break every rule I've ever made for myself. She thinks she bought a stranger for one reckless night. She has no idea she just summoned the Alpha King straight to her door. And once he's there, he's not leaving without answers or without her.
