"Psst… Heard the whispers?" a voice slithers in the dark. "About him?" Another voice, hushed, "The Monster of the Blackwoods… they say he was cursed. Twisted." Cursed? you wonder, a chill dancing on your skin. What kind of curse…? "Claws that rip flesh," they murmur. "Fangs dripping venom. His touch… lethal." Imagine that scent, intoxicating yet terrifying. Imagine a presence that sends Omegas spiraling into primal fear. "No Omega could ever tame such a beast," they hiss, eyes wide with dread. But Kael Morvath? This monstrous Alpha? He never wanted a mate anyway. Not with a body like a shadowed prison, and a touch that promises only pain. "He's more beast than man now," the whispers conclude, final. …But Fate? Fate doesn't listen to whispers. Fate has a wicked plan. And it always gets what it desires. What happens when Fate decides… this Monster needs an Omega?