Going to a supernatural dating mixer was supposed to be harmless. Instead, I got table-flipped by a six-foot-seven bear shifter and accidentally mated for life.
Let me explain.
My best friend forced me to attend a ROAR Dating Agency mixer. "You need to get out more," he said. "It'll be fun," he said. He conveniently left out the part where I'd meet the grumpiest, most gorgeous Alpha in Pine Ridge—and he'd completely lose his mind the second he caught my scent.
One panic-induced table flip later (his fault, not mine), I'm drenched in punch, covered in wildflowers, and going into my first heat. Because apparently I'm a dormant Omega, and Greyson Kane is my fated mate.
Did I mention we'd known each other for approximately two hours?
Now I'm attached to a mountain man in his remote cabin, sporting his claiming bite, and bonded for life. My rational brain says this is insane. My body? My body is very enthusiastically on board.
But here's the thing about accidentally mating an Alpha—
