I ACCIDENTALLY KIDNAPPED THE LYCAN KING AND NOW HE SAYS I'M HIS MATE

I rescue raccoons, foxes, and one very large wolf. I do not rescue kings. Nobody told me he was one.

Managing a mountain wildlife rescue means I'm used to chaos, but darting a giant black wolf snared in silver wire feels standard enough. I patch him up, tuck him into a stall, and call it a night.

Then my patient turns into a breathtaking, dangerously possessive Lycan king named Ronan.

Silver poisoning has him stuck on two legs, but he makes himself right at home. He carves my Thanksgiving turkey, fixes my plumbing, and pins me with a look that makes my chest tight. He's convinced I'm his fated mate—and he has zero intention of returning up north.

The problem? I think I performed a medical mercy. His guard, his court, and his rival cousin think I held their sovereign hostage.

When heavily armed black cars surround my barn, I realize I haven't just rescued a wolf—I've accidentally kidnapped a king.

He's ready to burn his crown down just to stay in my barn. Now I just have to survive the rescue mission.