The Alpha's Lost Mate

I was the wolf the bonding ceremony skipped.

Every wolf in my generation stood in that circle at seventeen and felt the pull toward the person they were built for. I stood there too - and felt nothing. No mate, no future, no place kept warm for me in anyone's den. So I left pack land and built a life where "unbonded" didn't have to mean "unworthy."

Ten years running a clinic on neutral ground taught me that broken things can still be useful. I patch up strays. I stay out of territory politics. I definitely don't get involved with alphas.

Then four of them show up on my porch at 2 a.m. with a dying wolf and a story I don't want to believe - that the ceremony didn't skip me. It was waiting. For all four of them, at once, the way it hasn't happened in over a century.

One mate. Four alphas. Four territories that have hated each other since before I was born. A bond big enough to end that - or start a war to make sure it never gets the chance.

CAN FOUR MEN WHO'VE NEVER AGREED ON ANYTHING SHARE ONE MATE?
WHO WANTS THIS ALLIANCE DEAD BADLY ENOUGH TO START WITH ME? AND WHEN THE FIRST ATTACK COMES FROM SOMEONE I TRUSTED, WILL ANY OF US SEE IT COMING IN TIME?