Hayley's thoughts always circled around control—territory, influence, dominance. If she could produce another pup, she would secure her claim as Mrs. Presgrave, cementing her position in the pack hierarchy. But how could she draw Elliot's loyalty—or his body—into her den? Even though he was attentive, kind even, he had never approached her willingly. The only one he truly sought, the one whose scent pulled him across any distance, was Anastasia. Ever since their bodies had first tangled five years ago, his bond had latched to her, fierce and unyielding.
