Three hundred years ago, he made a bargain to save his pack. It has been killing women ever since.

Ruarc Mac Giolla Fháil has buried three fated mates. He knows better than to want a fourth. He has built three centuries of distance, discipline, and solitude around that knowing - and it has held.

Then Liadan Ní Fáelán walks through his gate.

She isn't looking for fate. She's a wandering Ban-Fhile - a poet-seer - following two years of half-finished verses her gift has been feeding her in the dark, all of them pointing to one man, one dying stone, one shadow circling closer at the tree-line every night. She carries the wolf-moon mark. She carries the bloodline that started the curse. And she has no intention of being managed, protected, or kept from the truth.

What she doesn't know yet is that the truth belongs to her.

The release clause buried in the Géas has been waiting three hundred years for a woman of the right blood to arrive on her own terms - not sent, not compelled, not swept along by the bond's pull, but choosing. Freely. In full knowledge of what it costs.

The only thing standing between the curse's end and the shadow's next collection is whether two deeply guarded people can trust each other before the stone runs out of time.

Cursed By The Wolf King is a dark, slow-burn fated mates paranormal romance steeped in Celtic mythology, ancient wolf lore, and the kind of love that costs something real before it gives you everything. If you crave a brooding alpha who falls first and falls hard, a heroine with steel in her spine and a poet's precision, and a world where the paranormal breathes through every line - this is the book that will keep you up until three in the morning.

Read it now. You won't sleep anyway.