As the lone wolf in the Gold Creek pack’s territory, I don’t need trouble. And this feisty little control freak is trouble with a capital T.
The second I catch Emma’s scent, my wolf screams mine. He thinks that she belongs to us, but we can’t belong to anybody — especially not this beautiful human who makes me want to throw her over my shoulder and take her to bed immediately.
But when Emma is stranded in a mountain snowstorm, I can’t stop myself from helping her. My every instinct is to protect her. To mark her. To mate her. To make her mine in every way.
My wolf’s decided that she’s our fated mate, and my wolf is never wrong.