The Feral's Captive

There's no escaping him...



Fate sucks.



As a shifter, I've always known that Fate-in the form of our goddess, the revered Luna-would have the final say when it came to my life. That includes everything: my pack, my rank, even my forever mate.



And I hate it.



I want to choose. I want my life to be mine, and if that makes me the odd one out in our pack? Oh, well. As a delta, it's not like the higher ranks-our Alpha, his Beta, and the pack council-have much use for me anyway.



Still, even I'll admit I've always been drawn to the Beta of the Sylvan Pack. When I discover that he's my fated mate, it seems like giving in to the Luna's demands might not be such a bad thing after all-until he rejects me for a female he can't even have.



Because, yeah. Not only does Fate suck, it has a twisted sense of humor when it comes to me.



So that's that. I have to pretend like my broken bond isn't a constant ache while watching as my fated mate begs for table scraps from another wolf.

Is it any wonder that I start spending my free time in the woods surrounding our territory?



I wasn't afraid. Even at my low rank, I know I'm scarier than anything else that lurks in the darkness of the trees. But I was wrong-and when I see those insane golden eyes staring at me, I know I'm in deep, deep trouble.



My name is Quinn Malone, and I've just been captured by a feral...