Dominic Callahan barely speaks. Never smiles. And he can't seem to stand within five feet of me without looking like he's in actual pain.

But when his ex shows up demanding he marry her to save some alliance I don't understand, he makes me an offer I can't refuse:

Pretend to be his girlfriend for one year. Get paid more money than I've ever seen. Walk away when it's over.

Simple, right?

Wrong.

Because Dominic isn't just grumpy. He's a werewolf. An Alpha. And apparently, I'm his fated mate.

Oh, and that alliance his ex keeps talking about? It's pack law. Ancient. Binding. The kind that could destroy everything he's built if he doesn't find a real mate in time.

Now I'm fake dating a werewolf who looks at me like I'm the only thing keeping him sane. Whose touch makes my skin catch fire. Who bites his lip every time I get too close, like he's fighting not to claim me.

The plan was simple: one year, then walk away.

But my heart didn't get the memo.