Fated to the Scarred Wolf

She was my angel, and I was her devil. Maybe that's how it was always meant to be.

Lucien

The quiet little healer? She can't be my mate. My wolf was desperate-we were dying. Poisoned. Tortured. It's the only explanation.

But when I wake up, she's there at my side, and my wolf is nearly feral trying to get to her, stake his claim on her. But I push her away, because it's all too much, too soon. I'm not worthy of a mate. Especially not now that I'm scarred.

I'm too broken, too ugly, too mean. Any...