In the Divide, magic has a way of making you pay twice.

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Sable has spent five years as a crime lord's property. When she finally gets the chance to break free, she runs... straight into the jaws of something far worse.

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Harkan is ruthless and utterly uninterested in letting her go. When he severs her old chains, he replaces them with something far more dangerous: a bond that hums beneath her skin every time he's near.

 

She should hate him, and she does...

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But she also can't stop thinking about his hands. His voice. The way his control fractures every time someone looks at her wrong.

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With the Mating Moon rising and enemies closing in, Sable is caught between the man hunting her and the wolf claiming her, and a bond that's making it harder to tell the difference between captivity and craving.

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Seven nights.
One feral Alpha.
And a bond that won't be denied.

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Because when the moon rises and magic comes due, some bonds damn you…

And some mark you forever.