The Cold Alpha

The Bratva spent nine years teaching me to be a weapon and three seconds using me as one. When the pakhan's nephew was named head of the Moscow house, the family announced his fated mate in the same breath: me. Anya Sorokina, the bodyguard. He looked down the table and rejected me in front of everyone, then married a shipping heiress the next morning. Fine. I took the border post nobody wanted. Three years later Moscow is on fire and the only head of security worth having is a woman two days north with a clean office and a rulebook he can't afford. He comes to hire me. I give him my terms in writing. Eighty-four of them. Six months, no touching, no favours, no pretending we're something we're not — until the night the bullets start and the only thing either of us has left to lose is each other. A rejected mate werewolf bratva romance for readers who like their heroines in tactical black and their heroes on one knee.