Werewolves of Wallstreet

Rule number one of Wall Street: don’t fall in love with your billionaire boss. I hate my boss. The Wall Street tycoon is a jerk. A world-class alpha-hole. Devastatingly handsome but terribly flawed. He goes through assistants like I go through vanilla lattes, and I need this job. But I went to school with bullies like him, so I’m not afraid. I hate my attraction to him. How sparks fly when we spar. The way he barks orders and dresses me down. I hate how I fantasize about him during and after work hours.

An alpha must protect his pack. Weakness isn't an option. Neither is the beautiful human who turned my world upside down. But she is my obsession, I won't let her go. I'm feral with the need to possess her. To consume her. Mating a human would destroy everything I've fought for: My business, my pack, my family. But I can't resist this forbidden attraction. And if I don't claim her soon, I'll succumb to moon madness—a fate worse than death.

No one can know I've claimed the human as my mate. The enemies are at the gates–one wrong move and I’ll lose it all. My world will never be safe for her. If my pack finds out that I’ve mated a human, they’ll revolt. The fractures will grow deeper than ever and we'll be picked apart one by one. The lives of everyone I love hang in the balance. Madison may bear my mark, but she isn’t content to remain my dirty little secret.

The Vampire King wasn't on the invite list for our engagement party, but that won't stop him from demanding his due. He insists Madi and I make an appearance at his club. He wants a performance where we're the players. I would refuse--war be damned, but my bride is intrigued. And what she wants, she gets.