He rejected her to save her life. Six years later, his blood is on her table, and her hands are the only ones that can save him.

Frances Bramble built a quiet life stitching up the pack that will never claim her, no bloodline, no rank, no future inside the only world she ever wanted in. She buried the mate bond that once burned through her like fever, along with the man who severed it in front of witnesses so it could never be undone.

Then Nathaniel Thackeray, Lycan King, is carried through her clinic doors bleeding from a poison no healer at Greyhollow remembers how to treat, and the bond she thought she'd killed roars back to life the moment her hands find his wound.

He is the one man the law says she can never have, and the only man her wolf has ever wanted.

Now his enemies are circling, his crown demands a mate she can never legally be, and every hour she spends healing him is an hour she risks her heart on a king who already broke it once.

Can a rejected mate and a ruthless king outrun a law that was built to keep them apart?