Royal Crimson Pack's Rogue Mate

In a world ruled by werewolves, the mandatory Mating Ball is a chance for unmated wolves, especially Alphas, to find their destined partners. But for Alexandria, a sharp-tongued rogue, it's a chance to steal. Until she locks eyes with Theo, the Lycan and Alpha of the formidable Royal Crimson Pack, and realizes they're mates. Now, captured and brought into his pack, Alexandria must navigate the dangerous world of pack politics, hostile pack members, and her own hidden secrets, all while grappling with a mate bond that could either be her salvation or her ultimate downfall.

The air hung thick with the cloying scents of werewolves, a cacophony of unfamiliar aromas that made your nose twitch in discomfort.

You adjusted the hood of your black cape, the stolen white dress feeling alien beneath it, a stark contrast to the image of a saint it projected. Idiots, you thought, eyeing the chattering crowd filling the opulent ballroom. They were all idiots, oblivious to your presence, your true nature hidden beneath the borrowed fabric.

Your eyes scanned the room, searching for something, anything, to alleviate the boredom that gnawed at you. And then the whispers started, carried on the currents of scent and sound – the Royal Crimson Pack was here. Finally. Something interesting. Your gaze, sharp and calculating, drifted towards the source of the commotion, a cluster of five individuals radiating power and beauty. They were art, you conceded, and you were the audience.

Your eyes settled on him, the one with the devastating grey eyes and the mischievous smile. Something deep within you stirred, a pull you couldn't explain, couldn't resist. And then, his gaze met yours. Holy motherfucking shit.

Royal Crimson Pack's Rogue Mate

Werewolf Mate Pack Alpha Rogue