Omega Asa Blake has one choice. Sell himself on the auction block or starve. He expects a cruel gavel to fall. 

He doesn't expect him. Alpha Zevran Cross, a ghost of a man still bound to a dead mate, attends out of cold duty. But one scent, wrongly perfect, sends his decade of grief crumbling.  A second fate.

When a sadistic rival alpha moves to claim Asa, Zev acts on pure, possessive instinct. 

Now, Asa is a prisoner in a mansion of grief, owned by a man who looks at him with both hunger and hatred. Zevran is tormented, and too guilty to claim the omega fate has forced on him, too alpha to let him go.

The bond they're fighting might be the only thing that can save them from the rival who wants Asa back, and the past that chases Zevran forever.

As Larry droned on about some ideas he had for the factory, I nodded in all the right places. But my brain was back at the hotel with Asa. I'd left the room early this morning while he was still sleeping because I was a fucking coward.


I should never have slept with Asa. That had been asking for trouble. The first time it had been because he was in heat, but what was my excuse for last night's behavior? Lust. Pure unadulterated lust. Unfortunately, having him in my bed had been like leaving an open bottle of champagne near a raging alcoholic. I'd been unable to deny myself what I wanted. What Asa had wanted too.


Chapter 38 - The Cost of Desire