Alpha’s Forbidden Obsession
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My stepbrother came for me the night my world burned—and claimed me as his mate in front of everyone who ever broke me.
My name is Indigo. My husband locked me in a storage room, rejected me on snow-covered stone, and let his mistress call me a poisoner. I was dying from bond sickness, my own daughter couldn't stand the sight of me, and the only person who answered my call was the one man I swore I'd never need again.
“Who do I have to kill?” Zade asked. He never yells. That's how I knew he meant it.
Now I'm trapped in his territory, burning in a heat so powerful it's driving his entire pack mad—including him. He wears silver cuffs to stop himself from taking me. My fever is climbing. My past is crawling back. And my husband just appeared at the gate, begging me to return because our daughter is dying.
“You don't own me,” I spat.
He slammed me against the wall. “Were you ever going to say we're mates?”
I didn't answer. But my body did. And now I'm collapsing, bleeding, and vanishing into thin air—while Zade stands over a vision of my own hands ripping out his heart.
They want me back. He won't let me go.
And the only thing more dangerous than running is staying.
My name is Indigo. My husband locked me in a storage room, rejected me on snow-covered stone, and let his mistress call me a poisoner. I was dying from bond sickness, my own daughter couldn't stand the sight of me, and the only person who answered my call was the one man I swore I'd never need again.
“Who do I have to kill?” Zade asked. He never yells. That's how I knew he meant it.
Now I'm trapped in his territory, burning in a heat so powerful it's driving his entire pack mad—including him. He wears silver cuffs to stop himself from taking me. My fever is climbing. My past is crawling back. And my husband just appeared at the gate, begging me to return because our daughter is dying.
“You don't own me,” I spat.
He slammed me against the wall. “Were you ever going to say we're mates?”
I didn't answer. But my body did. And now I'm collapsing, bleeding, and vanishing into thin air—while Zade stands over a vision of my own hands ripping out his heart.
They want me back. He won't let me go.
And the only thing more dangerous than running is staying.

















































