I had zero expectations for my life in my pack.
As the daughter of the Omega I had (kinda) accepted my fate as being the weakest member; doomed to an eternity of cleaning everyone else’s toilets and being Hutch’s, the Alphas son, punching bag.
Everything changed on the night of my first shift when my wolf decided to go ahead and find her fated mate in the one person she shouldn’t: Hutch.
It comes as no surprise that Hutch doesn’t want me as his mate. In his attempt to reject me and break our bond he leaves me for dead in the middle of the desert. When I'm found by a group of Vampire nomads, I'm fairly certain I’ll be finished off within the night.
Except I offer them something they can’t refuse in exchange for helping me take revenge on the bastard who rejected me: my blood.
How was I to know that the blood of a wolf would start a mating bond?
How was I to know that I was going to start a war?