His Fake Luna… Kind Of

Italia Furrows is a wolf shifter with extraordinary healing skills… and serious problems. First, her father is determined that she mate for life with a shifter named Rayden West, whom the feisty Italia can’t stand. Second, she has a wolf who has been so emotionally traumatized, Italia can’t shift in fear that her wolf will go feral and hurt someone. Her pack and father think she is latent, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

To make matters worse, Italia is kidnapped by Cassian Knight, a dangerous Alpha male from another pack. And as much as she wants to resist Cassian, Italia is incredibly, maddeningly attracted to him. As the pack Alpha, Cassian doesn’t have the space or time in his life for a relationship. But when he makes Italia a tempting proposal that will benefit the both of them, the strong-willed healer has to decide whether escaping an unwelcome bond with Rayden is worth the risks of mating with Cassian, no matter how temporary their allegiance is intended to be.

With the submissive wolf act to maintain, and an Alpha who is intent on ignoring the intense hunger for the wilful spitfire, what could go wrong?

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“Know this, too, if you ever get an idea like that again, I’ll know, baby, and I’ll spank your *ss so d*mn hard there’ll be a permanent handprint right there.”

She gave him a cheeky smile. “As long as you understand there’ll be a matching one on your face.”

What in God’s name was that smell?

It wasn’t a bad smell, mused a slowly waking Italia, whose eyelids were too heavy to fully open. It wasn’t a smell that belonged to her bed though, of that she was certain. Her sleep-fogged brain was able to conclude three things. One, the smell was actually a person’s scent – the most delicious scent: fresh pine, spring rain, and cedar wood. Two, the alluring scent belonged to a male. And three, the male was a wolf-shifter, just like Italia. But Italia Furrows did not sneak strangers into the pack house, even if they did smell incredible.

Forcing a single tired eye open, she took a peak at her surroundings and was able to confirm that the mystery male had in fact long gone. She turned to glance at her alarm clock, or she would have done if it hadn’t done a disappearing act. Along with her wardrobe, bedside table and TV. Oh and these silky sheets beneath her, they were definitely not her sheets.

She sat up and cursed. Nope, this d