I’m forced to give him my curves to save the pack…

I’m a plus-size witch, he’s a black ops wolf. In our world, we are enemies.

But our small town is in danger, and the only solution is our arranged marriage.

And so I’m forced to give myself to him and mate with him in an ancient mating ritual…

I’m used to rejection, to hear comments about my voluptuous curves.

Now I’m supposed to give them to my new mate, so he can consummate our mating.

He puts me on a desk and demands to check me over.

He runs his fingers over my body to see if it hurts.

I know I’m just a means to an end. I know that this mating is only for the good of the pack.

And yet I can’t tell my body to stop craving his addictive touch.

I can’t help the way I shiver in his bare, demanding hands.

But when he’s taken all he wants from me, will he throw me away?

Or will he claim me as his fated mate?

The Nightstar Black Ops Wolves are wild, raw, and untamed. They listen to the primal urges inside, to the wolf that tells them: Claim her, protect her, and make her MINE.