He's a scarred ex-soldier.

I'm the city girl he found freezing in the mountain.

He carried me to his bed, and told me he's never letting go.

I thought owning a cabin meant freedom. I didn't realize it meant staking a claim on Gunnar's land—and on Oliver himself.

A mountain of muscle and ink, he speaks in growls and lives for the hunt. When he found me lost in a blizzard, he saved me from death… then made it clear: I belong to him now.

And God help anyone who dares cross the line.

He finds me in a blizzard, drags me to safety, then tells me he owns me. No romance, no patience—only possession.

He'll fix my porch with jagged spikes. He'll mark my neck so his brothers know I'm taken.

He's the Vanguard: battle-ready, relentless, dangerous. But when it comes to me, he becomes a different kind of monster — the type who would burn the world to keep me safe.

He calls himself the wolf of the ridge. I'm the only thing he refuses to share.