The Midnight Rogue’s Broken Mate
READING AGE 16+
Useless. Broken. An eyesore.
Celeste had spent her entire life as the pack's weakest omega, a role she'd never chosen. Abandoned as a child in the forest, her scent marked her as a wolf, yet she was nearly human—wolfless, powerless. She watched from the sidelines as the man she'd silently loved found his destined mate, leaving her with nothing but the role of a helper.
Every Winter, the Silver Moon pack holds an annual hunting trip, Celeste and a few others are left behind to watch the children and old people. But this year was different. When raiders attacked, she found herself defenseless, unable to save anyone. She's captured and let loose in a city with one goal—survive the night while being hunted by a mad wolf.
For as long as Ryder Blackwell has owned Blackwell Industries, he has harbored a secret curse that no amount of money or power could break. By day, he is a shrewd billionaire, untouchable in business and fiercely respected in his social circles. But at night, his curse overtakes him-a shadow wolf named Malik takes over, uncontrollable, hunting to sate an unquenchable thirst for freedom. Ryder can't remember most of his nights, but one night, he brings a woman home.
Against all odds, Celeste survives the night, catching the attention of both Ryder and his darker half. Malik wants to claim her as his mate--being the only one who can soothe his rage, but Ryder is horrified by the idea of her being tied to his curse.
Fleeing back to her pack, Celeste is devastated to find that they blame her for the attack. With nowhere else to turn, she's forced back to her Midnight Rogue, only to discover a dark truth: as his fated mate, she now shares his curse. Their only chance to break it lies in tracing the bloodline that cursed him--a bloodline that might be closer than they ever imagined.
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[Celeste]
Two weeks.
That’s how long it took for me to find my way back to you.
You were so far away. In another continent, locked away in a foreign land, and though I knew you would endure, the thought of you waiting—alone—was unbearable. I should have been there s……
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