I thought selling my ex’s precious family compass would be the perfect closure after months of emotional manipulation and spreadsheet-rated performances. One little act of petty revenge. What could go wrong?
Everything, apparently.
Because now his brother Declan is standing in my antique shop, all honor and cedar-scent and genuine kindness, asking for my professional help finding it. He trusts me. Believes in my expertise. Treats me like I matter.
I should confess. I should run. I should definitely not be catching feelings for the man whose family I technically robbed.
But Declan comes with a pack—Reed with his diplomatic charm and Adrian with his quiet protection—and for the first time since Blake destroyed my ability to trust, I’m starting to remember what it feels like to be seen. Really seen. Not as someone to fix or rate or improve, but as someone worth choosing.
The trouble with being chosen by good men? Eventually, they find out you’re not the good woman they think you are.
And when the truth about that compass comes out, I’ll lose more than just my shop. I’ll lose the only people who’ve ever made me feel like I was worth keeping.
A story about trust, chosen family, and learning that sometimes the best mistakes lead to exactly where you’re supposed to be. This women’s fiction novel features an omega rebuilding after emotional abuse, three men who choose pack over blood, and the messy, beautiful journey of learning to forgive yourself.