The Beast doesn’t ask for beauty—he demands obedience.

There’s nothing worse than a customer who sneers at your romance-only bookstore, calls your favorite genre trash, and still expects a refund for a wrinkled paperback they’ve clearly read.

Or so I thought.

Turns out, being dragged to a mansion by the Beast of Boston—a terrifying Werebeast and notorious mafia boss—is far worse.

Dominic Blackwell isn’t the stuff of fairytales. He’s ruthless, scarred, and deals in curses that destroy lives. And now, thanks to my dad’s questionable choices, I’m stuck in the middle of his dangerous world. His terms are clear: marry him, or my dad suffers the consequences.

Dominic has no pack to call his own, and his fractured form leaves him trapped between man and beast. Our proximity sparks something primal in him—and something I’d rather not name in myself. He says I’m perfect for him—curves and all.

I say he’s out of his mind.

With my life turned into a dark romance I never signed up for, I’ll need more than my sharp tongue and book smarts to survive this arrangement. Because in Dominic’s world, the line between captor and husband is razor-thin, and falling for the Beast may cost me everything.

This spicy, enemies-to-lovers fairytale retelling will have you clawing for more, with a morally gray alpha, forced proximity, and a romance as sharp as his claws.