My own pack threw me out and I am raising my sister's boy on what was left.
Pack law is the only thing standing between him and the wolves who did it.

Fletcher swore an oath to protect us both. He has kept it four years without touching me.
He is in rut now. I can smell what it is doing to him from the doorway.
Last night in the archive room his control came apart, and he told me to go.
I did not go for a long moment. Neither of us has mentioned it since.

That is the shame of it. Not the rut. That I stood in that doorway on purpose.
He says my name in that ruined voice and every instinct I have goes soft.

He is one move away from the thing pack law denies him.
Teeth through the skin of my neck. A mating bite that cannot be undone. Tied to him until the rut breaks.
My nephew's safety runs through Fletcher, a rival alpha waits for him to slip, and I keep finding reasons to be in that room.
He is my protector. That is the whole reason I cannot have him.
What happens to the boy if we do this? What happens to me if we never do?

A full-length shifter rut, knotting, and mating bite erotic novel featuring a rejected omega and the alpha sworn to protect her.