TWO YEARS GONE BOOK 2 LOST AND FOUND
I woke up chained in enemy territory with my grandfather's murderer standing over me, silver blade catching torchlight like a promise.
Five days of torture. Five days of swallowing screams so they wouldn't hear my voice break. Five days of protecting the family I'd bleed out for—while my so-called *mate* let every second of it happen.
Yeah. You heard that right.
The massive black wolf who nearly gutted my brother Connor during the border raid?
The one whose green eyes locked with mine in that heart-stopping, world-tilting moment that screamed *mate* across every nerve ending I possessed?
He's also the bastard who knocked me unconscious and delivered me gift-wrapped to Crescent Moon's alpha.
My wolf, Aria, keeps whining about the bond. *Trust him. Forgive him.* But trust doesn't survive betrayal. And it sure as hell doesn't survive watching the man who's supposed to love you more than life itself stand by while his packmates carve you open for information you'll never give.
I'm Emma Davis. Alpha's daughter. Youngest female captain in Green Ridge history.
And apparently the universe's favorite cosmic joke—because while my ribs knit back together from another round with Eli's silver blades, while I count the hours until these monsters either break me or bury me, all I can think about is *him*.
Those green eyes burning through the dark.
The way his hands closed around my throat—not to kill, but to *claim*.
The cedar-and-smoke scent that made my pulse race even as every survival instinct screamed *run*.
He pulled back mid-fight when he could've ended me. Saved my life. Then handed me over anyway.
So what kind of mate does that make him?
They think five days of torture will crack me open. They think pain will make me betray everything I've sworn to protect. They're wrong. I wasn't raised to break.
But my mate—that's a different kind of destruction altogether.
And I'm terrified I won't survive it.
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