Ven Thorne is a lone wolf with a bad attitude caused by his difficult childhood. Forced to return to pack life, he is tasked with rebuilding the gas station on the outskirts of Los Lobos. Ven works for Ryker, the pack enforcer, and will act as sentinel and lookout when the station reopens.
Caitlyn Burrows has recently returned to Los Lobos with her family. A victim of Magnum Tao, the pack’s evil ex-Alpha, she is terrified of men and her natural omega nature is making it hard for her to make friends. Her family is determined to see Caitlyn happy.
A chance encounter between Ven and Caitlyn reveals they are mates, something that neither of them is happy about! He’s mean and angry; she’s timid and shy. Can two such opposites find common ground?
Caitlyn decides it is past time to take control of her life and is determined to prove to Ven that she is the mate that he needs. Can she make him see that the Fates are right and that their only chance of happiness is together or will the ghosts from the past keep them apart forever?
“I said, what the hell do you want?” Sounding furious, he took a step toward her and she shrank, dropping the cooler as she raised her hands to ward him off. The box tipped over, spilling its contents across the scruffy lot, and the man swore again.
Stepping around the mess of food and drinks, he advanced rapidly and she caught his scent, amber and dark wood beneath a layer of fresh sweat. Her wolf, normally so quiet, surged forward, rubbing beneath her skin, straining to capture more of his intoxicating scent. Terror washed through her veins like ice at the realization she stood practically toe-to-toe with her mate. A very mean and angry-looking mate.
Never wishing to suffer at the hands of a cruel man again, she turned tail and ran as fast as she could. Plunging toward the relatively safety of the trees, she kicked off her shoes, dragging the rest of her clothes free as she fled.
Her wolf whined at her to stop, but Caitlyn pushed on into the heavy brush. She paused to shed her jeans and crouch, letting the shift take her over but making sure she retained enough control to force the wolf to keep running. The wolf howled, desperate to halt, to catch again the glorious scent of her mate and offer her throat in submission to his dominant presence.
A heavy crash behind her doubled her efforts to escape and her paws scrabbled over the soft ground, seeking purchase as she ran as though the hounds of Hell were on her heels. Risking a brief glance over her shoulder, an involuntary yip of fright loosed from her throat. An enormous gray wolf gained on her with every stride, the snarl on his face even more terrifying than the scowl he’d worn in his human form.
Another burst of speed had the ground flying beneath her paws, her wolf suddenly in accordance. Escape rather than submission became the animal’s new plan. Dodging around a massive pine tree, the trunk broader than her body, she pulled up short at the remains of a large fallen log blocking her path.
A snarl behind her set her in motion again, claws scratching at the bark as she desperately tried to clamber up and over the downed tree. The wood had rotted in places, and her front legs slid from under her as a huge set of jaws clamped around the thick fur at her scruff.