Claimed Under Bloodlight

I smell her before I see her.
Blood. Winter. Power that doesn’t belong in a human body.

She crosses my land on the Longest Night, and the second I catch her scent, my Wolf makes the choice for both of us.

I should send her back to the Crypt.
Instead, I drag her to my cabin and lock the door.

She heals me with her blood.
I claim her with my teeth.
Now the Pack calls her queen—and I call her mine.

They want her dead.
They want her throne.
They want her power.

They brought an army. I brought my teeth.

Read on for fated mates, primal claiming, bloodline warfare, knotting heat, and an Alpha who doesn’t kneel—except to crown his woman. HEA Guaranteed!