Hell hath no fury like a werewolf scorned. All I'd ever wanted was to blend in among the humans, but my stepbrothers had other plans. When one of them sent a thug to abduct me, I had to let my true self out, claws and all. That was the thing... The men in my world were always underestimating me. Being the hothead that I was, I went straight to the source of the problem-the new alpha of my family's clan, my stepbrother Sal. He had a surprise of his own, though, and when he hit me with a magically infused pure silver collar, I crumbled like I didn't have A-plus DNA in my blood. That was when the Duke brothers entered my life. Heroes in their own minds, they worked a deal with Sal to buy me...as if I were a commodity. To the males in my species, that was what I was, but to the Duke brothers I was the final piece in a prophecy puzzle. They wanted me to rule their clan, be alpha to their pack, which meant they wanted me to take the bites of all three of them. To that I said, not on your life, boys. But, damn, they were hot, and I was willing to give cohabitation a try. I'd explore their old-world scrolls and prints and listen to their fairy tales about a superpowered queen alpha. I could even get behind training with their pack, but I wasn't ever going to let a werewolf take a bite out of me. At least that was what I kept telling myself. The beast inside me had other plans, and I'd never truly known how to stop her from getting what she wanted, no matter who she might have to destroy to achieve her goals.