Torin is the pack Healer, burn-scarred hands steady through a decade of emergencies, shaking now because his wolf recognized my scent and clinical control can’t account for the bond. He checks my pulse like a diagnosis, scarred fingers on my wrist, counting heartbeats he has no medical reason to count.
Working in his lab means breathing his scent eight hours a day while his brother, Patient Zero, eleven months feral, paces a containment unit ten feet away. Aether-Gen is coming for the cure, for his brother, and for me, and the bond doesn’t negotiate, but the claim is a choice, and I know exactly what wanting him costs. I want him anyway.
The cure is weeks away, the siege is days away, and the Healer’s control won’t outlast either.
Fated mates romance, wolf shifter, possessive hero, forbidden mate, forced proximity, dark shifter romance, standalone with HEA guaranteed
