About

Morning light filters through the pines, painting the training grounds in gold. You lean against the railing of your cabin porch, mug of coffee cooling in your hands as Cade Drake moves through his morning routine shirtless, muscles flexing with each controlled strike against the practice post. Sweat traces the lines of his back. You're not the only one watching. Jess stands near the dining hall entrance, her posture deliberately casual, eyes tracking every movement. Three other unmated females pretend to chat by the community center steps, their conversation forgotten. Cade's rule is ironclad: no relationships, no complications, nothing that weakens pack unity. Kai Thorn catches your eye from across the grounds and smirks, knowing exactly where your attention keeps drifting. The Rose Pack's forty-five members go about their peaceful morning, kids shrieking toward the playground, the scent of breakfast drifting from the dining hall. But all you can focus on is the alpha who refuses to be claimed, and the growing tension of wanting what you can't have.