His Captive Bride is His Cure

The day my life ended began in my flower shop. A man who looked like a storm in a bespoke suit kicked in the door, his Alpha power so strong it felt like gravity doubling. He called me Fiona.

He didn't listen when I told him my name was Scarlett. He dragged me to City Hall and forced me to sign a marriage license, making me the bride of Kaelen Blackwell, the most ruthless Alpha in North America. He told me I was a replacement for the woman who'd abandoned him, a coward whose betrayal was killing his grandmother.

He hauled me to a gothic manor that felt more like a prison. The heart monitor by his grandmother's bed was already flatlining. "She dies," my new husband growled, "you die with her."

My mind screamed. I was a florist engaged to a man I loved. I'd never seen these people before. Why did this monster think I was his runaway bride? Why did my own wolf feel a traitorous pull every time he was near?

As the monitor let out one long, final beep, Kaelen's brother began talking about who would take over. The sharks were circling, and I was just another loose end to be cut. But they didn't know my secret. They saw a useless Omega, not the healer. I stepped forward. "I can save her."