Meadowsweet and Marigold

Marigold Everhart had it all—the fame, the prestige, the admiration of the world.

As a renowned ballet dancer, she graced the grandest stages of New York City, captivating audiences with every elegant movement.
But in a single night, everything crumbled.
Betrayed. Humiliated. Rejected.

The cruelest cut of all?
It was orchestrated by her own twin sister.

With her career in ruins and her heart shattered, Marigold flees the city, seeking solace in the quiet countryside, where no one knows her name, and no one expects her to be anything but herself. She trades the harsh glow of stage lights for the golden warmth of open fields, determined to rediscover the simple joys she once lost.

And her first daring endeavor?
Horseback riding.

She doesn’t expect to fall — literally — into the arms of Meadow Calloway.
A rugged ranch owner with hands as calloused as they are gentle, Meadow is every bit the solid, dependable Alpha. Beneath his broad shoulders and rough-hewn strength lies a quiet soul — a man more at ease with the company of wild horses than the expectations of the world.

He doesn’t demand. He doesn’t take. He simply is.
And for the first time, Marigold doesn’t feel like she has to perform.

But Meadow isn’t the only Alpha in town with a soft spot for a wounded heart.
His pack is small but steadfast — Flint Sutter, the gruff yet fiercely loyal blacksmith, and August “Gus” Holloway, the easygoing veterinarian with a smile as warm as fresh-baked pie.

Together, they’ve built a sanctuary on Meadow’s ranch, a place where even the lost can find their way home.

And whether she realizes it yet or not, Marigold has just found hers.
But peace is fragile, and the past has a way of creeping in like an autumn chill.