My sister frowns in confusion. "I don't see why we can't uncomplicate it. You've found your mate, what do you mean 'she belongs to Jace?' Is she Jace's mate?" "No," I snarl, slamming my fists on the floor, feeling my beast make itself known again. Kayden sighs heavily. "She's his slave." Tyler Storm is supposed to lead every werewolf pack on the West Coast into an age of prosperity-but before he does that, he needs to get control of the explosive cocktail of predator blood in his veins. Controlling your inner wolf is hard enough without a vampiric bloodline complicating things. And then one night, he meets his destined mate... and she is at the feet of a rival Alpha. In chains. It's enough to make anyone lose their head. Meanwhile, Abbygail has just about given up on anything better than trying to please the brute who slaughtered her parents, and hopefully not getting too many ribs kicked in next time he wants to work off some steam. She doesn't realize that there's more than sadism behind what's happening to her: there's a calculated shot at unseating a king and destroying a peace treaty generations in the making. The curse of a sacred bond that has been twisted and defiled descends on the two of them as Tyler loses control, and Abby discovers that she may have been down, but she wasn't out. Not for good, anyway.