Healing the Lycan Beta (The Wall Street Covenant Book 2)

Her wolf had been sedated for four years. She woke up horny.

Ten years ago, Royal Beta Odolf Rothstone buried his family and locked every door inside himself. His wolf mourned and stopped searching. Odolf preferred him that way.

Until she walked into Raging Claw territory.

Talia Grillis was every red flag stitched into one woman—a rogue healer from an enemy pack, a suppressed wolf with a past full of holes. Her timing was suspicious and she saved lives the best specialists had written off.
The moment his wolf caught her scent, ten years of grief shattered in two words.

Mate. Mine.

Talia survived nine years collared to a sadistic Alpha. She was not walking willingly into another cage—even one without chains, fated or not. She pushed back at every turn, refusing the Beta’s authority, and resisting the bond…
Unfortunately, her wolf didn’t get the memo.

Cilla had been chemically sedated for four years. She woke up, took one look at Odolf, and immediately lost her entire mind.

“Thighs, Talia. Look at those thighs.
Is that a weapon in his pants or is he just pleased to see us? Asking for research.
Tell him we accept. Tell him NOW. I will literally chew through this sedation, Talia, do NOT test me.”

Four years of silence, and the first coherent thoughts out of Cilla’s mouth were a running commentary on the Beta’s thighs, what’s below his belt, and a very detailed list of what she intended to do the second the chemical leash snapped. Talia wanted to die. Cilla wanted a closer look.

Odolf’s control fractured under the combined siege of Talia’s defiance and a bond that refused to be denied. Because one truth carved itself into bone.

She was his fated mate.

When war erupted and the Alpha, who once owned her came hunting to drag her back, Odolf already knew how it would end.

He’d kill anything that touched what was his.

Healing the Lycan Beta is a fated-mates Lycan romance featuring a brooding Beta who feels everything and shows nothing, a fierce healer with a feral wolf and zero chill, and enough heat to melt silver.