King Tut's curse was real, just not what everyone thought it was. My men and I were cursed to live abnormally long lives as werewolves. As their Alpha, it was my duty to keep them safe. Until one night in Northern Maine, out of my mind with pain I tore into the side of Leah, the beguiling wildlife vet who was trying to save me. Or at least the wolf I was at the time. Then the pain of my wounds was nothing compared to my desire for her.

It was just a scratch! But it came with a hot, almost 150 year old wolf shifter. Now my normally dormant sex drive is all up in my face and Lord High and Mighty Garrick is dropping trou to 'prove' he's a shifter. I mean, I lived out here because I don't really get people and now I'm supposed to give up everything I've worked for to knock boots with some admittedly fiiiiine piece of... Seriously? What is wrong with me?

Oh and there is the not so little problem of his pack who are in the crosshairs of scary apex predator trappers. Leading a retrieval mission is no one's idea of a honeymoon!

HEA, No cheating, Can be read as a stand alone

Tropes:
FATED MATES
SHIFTERS
TIME-CROSSED LOVERS
STRONG HEROINE