I had long accepted my life with the Desert Hellions Motorcycle Club. A life of fighting for status, keeping the brotherhood strong, and lonely nights using whatever was available to satiate the needs within. What I had not accepted was the possibility of ever finding my fated mate.
At least not until the most beautiful woman I had ever seen walked into the clubhouse, looking for her dad. Looking for my club president. The man we would later discover had been murdered.
A fated mate doesn't mix with a motorcycle club, but there's no way I can reject her. Especially not once the real fight begins and she finds herself planted squarely in the sights of our enemy.
My wolf wants her too much, and the man in me never tells his wolf no.