The Feral's Captive

<p><strong>There's no escaping him...</strong></p><p><br></p><p>Fate sucks.</p><p><br></p><p>As a shifter I've always known that Fate-in the form of our goddess the revered Luna-would have the final say when it came to my life. That includes everything: my pack my rank even my forever mate.</p><p><br></p><p>And I hate it.</p><p><br></p><p>I want to choose. I want my life to be mine and if that makes me the odd one out in our pack? Oh well. As a delta it's not like the higher ranks-our Alpha his Beta and the pack council-have much use for me anyway.</p><p><br></p><p>Still even I'll admit I've always been drawn to the Beta of the Sylvan Pack. When I discover that he's my fated mate it seems like giving in to the Luna's demands might not be such a bad thing after all-until he rejects me for a female he can't even have.</p><p><br></p><p>Because yeah. Not only does Fate suck it has a twisted sense of humor when it comes to me.</p><p><br></p><p>So that's that. I have to pretend like my broken bond isn't a constant ache while watching as my fated mate begs for table scraps from another wolf.</p><p>Is it any wonder that I start spending my free time in the woods surrounding our territory?</p><p><br></p><p>I wasn't afraid. Even at my low rank I know I'm scarier than anything else that lurks in the darkness of the trees. But I was wrong-and when I see those insane golden eyes staring at me I know I'm in deep deep trouble.</p><p><br></p><p>My name is Quinn Malone and I've just been captured by a feral...</p>