Cordelia Sinclair has been on the inside for more years than she can remember, keeping secrets better than anybody. But at forty-two, she sometimes feels like a dried up old prune when it comes to love. Her mate died in a Beta raid, and even though the Langfords have encouraged her to find another, she hasn't found anyone who could measure up. Until she meets Connor.
Cordy just can't believe this arrogant wolf can be the son of someone as kind and giving as Charles Langford. Never mind he had been brought up by Charles' archenemy Rowan Angus of the more animalistic Beta clan. She's just the person to knock that arrogance out of him with her Elite special training.
Connor knew he wanted to bed her from the moment he saw her, but a casual bedding among the Elite isn't the norm. And there are complications. She has a child and she thinks him arrogant and unkempt. He's going to have to teach her it took more than what met the eye to have an Elite pedigree.
Their physical attraction is instant but it may take years for their minds to catch up to what their bodies already know.
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