Bridget

Lady Bridget Aston was meant to spend the season dancing. Instead, she's running a Baltic wolf empire from her aunt's drawing room. It starts with a mistake at Vauxhall — a kiss in a bower meant for someone else, delivered instead to Aleksandr Verenkov, the visiting Lycan envoy from Saint Petersburg whose family runs half the fur trade and half the rumors. Her brother forces the engagement. Aleksandr accepts because the treaty leaves him no choice. Both of them intend to manage the other and neither of them expects the bond that flares at the altar. But someone in Petersburg wants Bridget dead. She learns wolf politics, decodes threats, and outvotes her husband's own council in fluent French. When the assassin finally comes, it isn't Aleksandr who pulls the trigger. A Regency alpha. A Russian wolf lord. A bride with a pistol in her writing desk.