She wants to do her job. He wants her. Since I came to the Valley of the Wargs, all my attention has been focused on finding a solution to their problem with offspring. I don't care about their general opinion that I should take the bite that will turn me into a werewolf. I have more important tasks that will require all my time and attention. And then I meet the damn sexy new Alpha of Warg Hill, who can't seem to take his eyes off my curves. Marcon excites something in me that I have never experienced before. But this is the last thing I need right now. And now he, too, insists that I become Varg. He wants to know if I am his predestined mate. Nonsense! There are no predefined pairings. Isn't that right?