Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King

From the back cover

I fled my werewolf pack five years ago to hide in a human city, all to escape a recurring nightmare.

Every full moon, a terrifying, golden-eyed Lycan slaughters everything in his path, forces me to my knees with a crushing Alpha command, and claims I am his fated mate.

The vivid dreams were destroying my inner wolf, forcing me to finally agree to return to my pack for the annual Pack Run to seek a cure.

But right before my flight home, I accidentally bumped into Rick Miller, the most arrogant, tyrannical Alpha on our college campus.

He looked down at the coffee spilled on his expensive leather jacket with pure disdain, publicly humiliating me in front of the entire airport.

"Do you have any idea what this jacket costs? Never mind. It's not like you could afford to replace it."

As he coldly insulted me, a terrifying realization suddenly froze my blood.

He smelled exactly like the ancient pine and storm from my nightmares, and his brief touch sent a mate's electric spark straight to my soul.

How could this cruel, spoiled campus bully possibly be the legendary, terrifying Lycan King who haunted my every sleeping moment?

As he turned and boarded his private jet, I looked down at my trembling hands and realized the horrifying truth.

My trip back to the pack wasn't a journey to heal my trauma.

I was walking straight into the cage of the very monster I had spent five years trying to outrun.