Wonder Pen

Of Silver, Sin, and Bone She patched his wounds. He wrecked her life. Neither of them saw the throne coming. Cora Ashworth runs the best underground apothecary south of the wall no questions asked, no names given. Then a half-dead Alpha crashes through her door reeking of silver and trouble, and one accidental breath of her scent turns him feral for a bond neither of them asked for. Vane Calder doesn't do mates. He doesn't do mercy, either not after she's accused of poisoning him, not after he rejects her in front of his entire pack and casts her out into a blizzard to die. She doesn't die. What claws its way out of that storm isn't the woman he betrayed. It's something older, whiter, and far more dangerous and Vane is about to learn that a rejected Luna doesn't come back asking for forgiveness. She comes back for a crown.