Bound to the Beast King

Raised by her grandmother in the shadow of a werewolf pack that never fully accepted her, Avery Calloway has spent her whole life waiting for something that refuses to come. Her father was a shifter, fated to her human mother, and their love story ended the night rogue wolves tore them both apart. Avery survived. Her wolf did not, or so everyone assumed. Nineteen years old and still without a shift, she's the pack's favorite whisper, the late bloomer, the hybrid girl who might never be more than half of what she was born to be.

Enrollment at Ridgeback Academy for Shifter Kind isn't a choice. It's survival. And survival means rooming in the north wing, under the direct supervision of the coldest, most feared alpha the school has ever produced.

Raven Ashgrove doesn't do warmth. He doesn't do patience, and he certainly doesn't do human girls with too much sunshine crammed into too small a frame. He runs his dorm like a war camp and his classroom like a blood sport, and the last thing he wants is a soft, stubborn hybrid girl assigned to his private quarters by a headmaster who thinks proximity will finally force her wolf to surface.

Avery isn't afraid of him. That's the problem.

She smiles when he snarls. She hums while she rearranges his furniture. She burns his silence down to embers, one relentless, radiant day at a time, and somewhere between shared meals he never agreed to and a bed he refuses to admit is now half hers, something in Raven's chest starts recognizing a scent he was never supposed to crave.

When her wolf finally claws its way to the surface, it doesn't come alone. It comes screaming his name.

Now Raven isn't just her mentor. He's her mate, and the alpha in him has no interest in sharing what's his, not with the pack elders circling her bloodline, not with the rogues who never stopped hunting the daughter of the wolf who defied them, and not with the academy's golden heir who's decided Avery belongs to him instead.

Possessive doesn't begin to cover what Raven becomes.