Bred by the Rogue

Angela came to the Werewolf Breeding Facility for one night of no-strings, toe-curling release. What she got was Jake—a rogue alpha with eyes like wildfire and a growl that could unlace any woman's defenses. She thought it would be a quick rut-fuck with a beast in heat, but the moment his mouth touched her, everything inside her changed. He didn't just want her body—he wanted her soul. And when he whispered the word mate, the walls she'd spent years building began to crumble.

Jake never believed in fate until he walked into Chamber Thirteen and scented her. His heat hit harder than ever before, and no amount of control could stop him from worshipping, claiming, breeding the only woman who ever made his wolf submit. She says she only wants tonight. But he knows the truth. Her body is already accepted him. Her womb is ripe. And now that he's knotted her once, he'll do it again and again—until she begs for his pups and moans his name like a prayer.