Mate of Ash and Gold

His family ordered him to reject me at a funeral. The whole Mediterranean coast watched my heart stop. Sofia Marchetti was the only woman in the Volkov Mediterranean outfit who mattered, and the only one whose grandmother had killed the enforcer's mother. When the pakhan called the debt, Viktor Volkov paid it in the most public way he could: he refused his fated mate over his own mother's grave. I left Trieste with a duffel and a handgun and I did not cry until the ferry. Four years later I run a shipping office in Genoa and the man who rejected me walks in without knocking. The Volkovs are tearing each other apart. The coast is up for grabs. He needs my books cold for six months. Fine. I fix the price. I write the rules. I am not his mate when I come back to Trieste — I am his consultant. Four months of nothing. Then a week of everything. A rejected mate werewolf bratva romance, ships, ledgers, and a bond that took four years to get even.