His hand came up slow, giving me every chance to pull away, and rested against my jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheekbone like he was memorizing it. I didn't pull away. When he leaned in, I met him halfway, and the second his mouth found mine, a current ran straight through my spine and out the soles of my feet. "Mark me," I said against his ear, breathless. "Please, mark me.” "Now you're mine," he said against my throat. Chloe Twilight was never supposed to matter. She was a wolfless bastard. The pack's favorite punching bag since the day her father dragged her home out of pity. When Hudson, her mate chooses her tormentor over her on the one night she's spent two years waiting for, Chloe is heartbroken. But that got worse when her father handed her a sentence instead of comfort: marry into the Red Moon pack, or watch the one person who ever loved her lose everything she has. Running from a marriage she may not survive, Chloe stumbles into the arms of a stranger in the dark who she let mark her. By morning, the mark is gone. What Chloe doesn't know: the stranger who marked her in the dark is the same brutal Alpha she's being sold to and the power stirring under her skin, the one that's about to bring every wolf who ever spat on her name to their knees. She was never wolfless. She's the Moon Goddess's heir.