The Feral's Captive (Stolen Mates #1)

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…

Fantasia / Romance