I learned early that survival means hiding. Play human. Act small. Never let them see the thing clawing beneath your skin.

Then the Ash pack found me.

Three Alphas. One broken girl. A bond written in blood and moonlight. They call me their fated mate like it's a gift, not a death sentence. Strong enough to hold me down. Savage enough to stay when I break. Ruthless enough to demand everything I swore I'd never give.

I should run. I would run—if their touch didn't unravel me so completely. If their hands didn't spark a hunger I can't control.

But fate is cruel. And the truth I've buried? It's not the kind of secret you confess. It's the kind that bites.

When they finally see what I really am, the question won't be whether they can tame my beast.

It'll be whether they survive it.