The Alpha King's Fated Obsession

Anwen was never meant to be seen.

She is a servant in the Silverpine court, the girl who scrubs the floors, carries the ash and keeps her eyes on her boots. Every wolf in the kingdom knows the rule. Never look at the King.

Then the King looks at her.

Lucan Thorne, the Alpha King of every pack in the north, has not slept a full night in years. He rules with a cold hand and a colder heart. Nobody has ever heard him raise his voice. Nobody has ever seen him want anything.

Until the night Anwen's hand brushes his, and the mate bond tears through him like a blade.

He should be calm. He is not.

He moves her into the room beside his own. He sends away the guards who stare at her. He learns the sound of her step and the smell of her hair, and he cannot stop. When she is out of his sight for an hour, the entire court feels it.

Anwen wants to run. A servant cannot be a queen, and a king who loves like this is a king who will burn the world to keep her.

Then she finds out the court has been waiting for a reason to take his crown. And the one thing the whole kingdom knows is the one thing he cannot hide, which is her.

His enemies will use her. His council will break her. And the Alpha King has only one rule left.

No one touches what is his.

Even if it costs him everything.