WHAT THE MOON OWES

Two worlds. One debt. A claim that was never supposed to become a choice.

Paramedic Wren Sullivan has exactly one rule: don’t get involved. She breaks it once, walking into an alley behind a diner to settle her dead father’s old debt, and watches a man’s throat torn open by something that should not exist.

She should be next.

Instead, Roan Wilder, billionaire CEO by day, ruthless head of the city’s most dangerous crime syndicate by night, alpha of a werewolf pack the world doesn’t know is real, looks at her once and breaks the oldest law his family has ever enforced. He claims her. Not to own her. To save her life, at the cost of her freedom, from a law that says no witness survives.

Now Wren is bound to a man she never chose, by a bond neither of them can undo, trapped inside a gilded compound where every decision about her own life keeps getting made for her by a man who insists he’s only protecting her. She wants her job back. Her sister safe. Her own name on her own choices again. He wants her alive more than he has ever wanted anything, and does not yet know how to want that without also wanting to control it.

Between them: a rival faction offering her a way out that might be a trap, a mole feeding secrets to the enemy from inside Roan’s own inner circle, and a debt buried in her father’s murder that leads, impossibly, straight back to Roan’s own family.

WHAT THE MOON OWES is a slow-burn, forced-proximity paranormal romance about the difference between being kept safe and being owned, and what it costs a possessive alpha to finally learn to ask instead of decide. For readers who love alpha heroes who have to earn it, heroines who never fully surrender their spine, and a mate bond that complicates everything instead of solving it.

Some claims are made in an instant. Choosing each other takes considerably longer.