Never run from an Alpha.



As the only werewolf immune to the curse forcing my kind to shift every night, I'm a bit of a hot commodity . . . and not in a good way.



I went to New York thinking it would be the safest place to hide. Wrong decision.



The city is home to one of the largest packs in the world. Its leader? Tall, strong, sexy, and determined that I'm his.



When my scent starts driving unmated men insane, that giant, possessive beast who won't leave me alone is the only one who can protect me.



One way or another, I'm totally screwed.



Contains mature themes.