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He caught the scent of his fated mate across a crowded hall - and she's wearing another woman's name.
At the three-night conclave where enchanted scent-veils mute every wolf, dragon, and cat to keep old blood-feuds from reigniting, Wren sits through the treaty talks unseen - a servant in a borrowed veil and the borrowed name of the heiress she serves. Then a single frayed thread of her true scent slips loose, and it stops a dragon-clan alpha mid-sentence. Rook has just caught the edge of his mate and lost her the instant the veils resealed.
He begins to search the only honourable way the veil-law allows - opening doors, asking, never cornering. But Wren can't answer him without confessing a fraud that would shatter the fragile peace. And the deeper trap is her own: she has spent her whole life hiding inside other people's names, waiting to be chosen. The bond won't drag her into the light. If she wants him, she has to walk out of the veil as no one but herself.
A steamy, standalone fated-mates novella. Guaranteed HEA. Perfect for fans of Kresley Cole and Jennifer Ashley.
