As the Beta of his werewolf pack, Leo has been doing what his Alpha says, even when he doesn’t want to, for years now. When he’s told to attend a government meeting one night, he thinks it will just be one of those things, until he catches the scent of the witch holding the meeting. Suddenly, he can’t get her out of his head, he’s desperately attracted to her, even knowing that his Alpha doesn’t like members of the pack bonding with anyone but other werewolves.

Della has been working in government for years now, and from experience, she doesn’t expect the meeting to go according to plan. What she also doesn’t expect is the hot-as-hell werewolf approaching her at its conclusion, lighting her body up in a way she’s never experienced before. When he asks her out, of course, she says yes. But their relationship was always going to be more complicated than just witch-meets-werewolf.

For one, Leo’s pretty sure his attraction to Della is proof that what he thought was a myth of werewolves having one perfect mate might actually be true. Also, his Alpha doesn’t want his pack members mating with anyone but other werewolves. And Della has a traumatic history of her own that makes it difficult to even imagine getting close to anyone after what happened before. But when the witch whose life is dedicated to making those of others better realises her werewolf is basically a mob enforcer, everything goes to hell. Can Leo clean up his act and get Della back? Or will he spend the rest of his life wondering what could have been?

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary paranormal romance contains graphic action scenes.

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Once they were outside, he took a deep breath of the cooling, city-dense air, intending to calm himself down, but instead getting a deep lungful of Della’s scent. He turned to face her, and something in his expression had her backing up a step.

“One thing you should know about werewolves, sweetheart,” Leo managed, his voice almost a growl.

“What’s that?” Della asked breathily.

“Only run from one if you want to be chased,” he said, and this time it was a growl that left his lips. He could feel his canines pushing to elongate and he fought the urge.

Eyes on him, Della backed up another step.

With a snarl, Leo lunged forwards until he had her pinned against the building’s brick wall, And the feel of her body against him was so perfect, it made him want to howl at the moon—softness and glorious curves that pressed against every hard plane of him. And the way his erection fit at the notch of her thighs… perfect was too small a word.

“Della,” he ground out.

“Leo,” she moaned, and every nerve in his body lit up like he’d been electrocuted. He couldn’t stop his hips from rocking forwards into hers, grinding against the apex of her thighs, or the growl that escaped when he did.

“Where are you parked?” he demanded of her, begging his body to behave.

“W-what?” she stammered out.

“I need to kiss you, Della, and I’ve been hard up over you for hours. When I get my mouth on yours, it’s going to be fucking indecent, and I won’t do that to you on the street where anyone could walk past.”

“In… in the parking lot on North,” she stuttered, and Leo forced himself to take a step back from her, mourning the separation of their bodies.

“Show me.”

A sense of pure masculine pride filled him when her legs shook as she stepped away from the wall. Without a word, he took her hand and let her lead him a few streets away to a carpark, stopping beside a small green vehicle. Her pupils were still so wide, he could barely see the colour of her eyes when she turned to him.

“This is me.”

Checking only once that they were alone, he tugged her between the cars and once more aligned their bodies. Her moan could have brought him back from the dead with the bolt of electricity that it shot through his body, and without speaking, he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and covered her lips with his.

The feeling that surged through Leo was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Arousal and possession and homecoming, all at once. Her hands fisted in his collar, slipped inside his jacket to twist in the fabric of his shirt, her body shifting where he had it pinned to the car, writhing against him as she met the press of his tongue with sweet swipes of her own. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life, and every time she dragged her tight curves over his bulge, it got worse, until he thought he might explode.

“Leo,” Della moaned against his lips, pressing the juncture of her thighs so perfectly against his hardness. “Leo, I need—”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he growled, reclaiming her mouth with his own. Every goddamn thing you need, I’ll give it to you. Dragging his hands down over the sweetness of her breasts and the curve of her waist and hips, he slipped one under the hem of her teasing dress and cupped her sex in his hand. Her gasp was like being granted entry to paradise, especially when he pressed down, and it morphed into a moan.