He's the last one standing... So they sent the best one to break him. Lucas Love is for fools. I left all that wuss shit behind, and no fairy-like, smiling godmother will change my mind. I've got enough on my mind with a beta pushing my buttons and a town to keep safe. Never mind these urges inside me surfacing again, when I thought I'd buried them for good. My wolves are falling in amore like bowling pins, and no amount of reasoning will make them stop. Now the third one's gone over the moon, and they all expect me to be the last to love. Only, they've got another thing coming. 'Cause the only way I'm falling in love? Is over my dead body. Monica One more job, they said. One tiny thing last mission, to bring the prodigal son back home in the warm arms of his beloved family. They said it would be easy. They gave me all the tools. But the minute I'm facing Lucas, I know all those plans have just failed. Burned, thrown-out-the-window, type of failed. Those onyx eyes see right through me, and I fully expect he'll throw me out on my ass. So why is it he's suddenly more interested in getting me in bed, rather than exiled? And what happens when I fall for him, but it's too late to stop the events I've set into motion?

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