Claimed by Hollow Pine

Werewolves have been public for a generation — titled, powerful, and utterly out of my league. I know exactly what it means when a strange wolf walks into my bakery and goes completely still.

I've done this before. I know how it ends.

Eleven months ago, a different Alpha's rejection cost me my name, my city, and nearly my sanity — and I rebuilt my whole life around one rule: stay small, stay unclaimed, stay safe. Then Jack Ashgrove's wolf names me his fated mate in front of witnesses, in my own shop, and every rule I've built goes up like kindling.

Jack is the reigning Alpha of House Ashgrove — Council-bred, royalty in everything but name, and used to getting exactly what protocol allows him. A human mate isn't in the rulebook. He doesn't care. What he cares about is proving, at whatever cost, that he is nothing like the man who broke me the first time.

But protocol has teeth of its own, and a Council that would rather see him married to their preferred choice than mine. When the pressure finally forces Jack's hand, I get a front-row seat to exactly how it feels to be chosen — and exactly how it feels to be quietly set aside for the House instead.

He has one chance to prove that choosing me was never the mistake. I have one chance to find out if I'm capable of being claimed again without losing myself in the process.

Claimed by Hollow Pine is a high-heat, fated-mates paranormal romance with a possessive Alpha hero, a heroine rebuilding from a public heartbreak, and a slow burn toward a claiming neither of them saw coming — HEA guaranteed.