Stripped Under the Moon

For three years, I was Alpha Kyle's perfect mate—obedient, loyal, completely his.

But his human childhood friend, Clara, scratched her own arm and blamed me. Kyle believed her without question. He dragged me straight to the "Blood Hunt."

It was the cruelest game among wolves. A savage, ancient ritual most packs abandoned long ago.

When an Alpha lost, the winner got to strip a piece of his mate's clothing. A public display of his failure to protect her.

In less than thirty minutes, Kyle lost three rounds.