My brother’s best friend always ignored my plus-size curves, breaking my heart.

He’s a powerful alpha now. And I? I buried my crush on him and tried to move on.

But when a baby girl is dropped on his doorstep, he suddenly needs a live-in nanny: Me.

I’m forced to do it, even if it hurts. Especially when I have to pretend to be his mate…

I knew it was a bad idea to get close to him again. It can only get me hurt.

But I desperately need the money, so I’m forced to live with the pain.

Things get more complicated when pack politics demand that I be sold off and traded for peace.

The only way out is for him to claim me as his pretend mate.

He’s distant and polite, while I struggle with my lingering feelings and our pretend arrangement.

Is it pretending when his tongue invades my starved mouth as if he owns me?

Is it pretending when he teases my weak body as if it belongs to him?

Lines are getting blurry and my body is confused. Is he just playing with me?

Or am I the Alpha’s fated mate?