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Ivy doesn't need anyone. She's got three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for men who think muscle solves everything.
Then a bar fight goes wrong, an infuriatingly gorgeous stranger clears her debt, and suddenly she's stuck working for a hockey player who smells like moonlight and looks at her like she's the answer to a question he never asked.
She should have known "assistant" was too good to be true. She definitely shouldn't have missed the part where he's a werewolf. Or that she might be one too.
Alex has spent three years running from an arranged marriage, an Alpha title he doesn't want, and a fate he can't outskate. 
The night he finds his fated mate slinging drinks at a dive bar, he breaks every rule he has to keep her, even the ones that mean lying to her face.
But Ivy is done being lied to. Done being protected, managed, and kept in the dark by people who claim to love her. 
When the truth finally claws its way out about the wolves, the betrothal, and exactly who she really is, it's going to take a lot more than a killer smile and a fated bond to win her back.
Someone has spent twenty-one years making sure Ivy never found her way home. Now that she has, they're not done yet.
A fated mates romance with bite, funny, filthy-rich family secrets, and a heroine who refuses to be anyone's pawn.