Dormant Wolf & Fated Mate

The year I dragged Roman back from the claws of a rogue wolf, I was sixteen and he was five. The little pup clutched my blood-soaked hand and cried in a trembling child’s voice, “Don’t go. I’m scared.” Twenty years later, that same kid had grown into the most prized Pack Doctor in all of Silvercrest Pack. Yet in the middle of the night, he still slipped into my bed, breathing against my ear as he whispered, “Just let me stay like this for a little while. I promise I won’t bite.” I spent twenty years protecting his life. Now he wanted to turn the tables and pin me beneath him, claiming me with his mark. But there was one thing he didn’t know— My wolf had already begun to die.

Oleh Stormborne Princess