Ten years ago, I was judged worthy of life after death and returned to the mortal realm as a grim reaper. Scythe in hand, I guide souls to deliverance—and it’s time for a promotion.
My new territory is triple the size of any I’ve worked before. High death rates mean one busy reaper, and the only way to keep up is with a pack of hellhounds. Faithful. Strong. Merciless. Hellhound shifters are a reaper’s right hand in the field, shepherding and guarding souls until they can be reaped.
We get our pick of the litter from the best breeders in Hell, but for some reason, I’m drawn to the pack no one wants.
An alpha who refuses to yield.
A beta who doesn’t take me seriously.
A runt who flinches at every command.
I want them—even if they don’t want me.
Because the hunger in their eyes tells a different story. But the fact that they can’t decide whether to love me or hate me, fight me or screw me, is making our situation way too complicated.
Still, I refuse to give up. If this infuriatingly handsome trio can’t be trained, if we don’t pass the trials, they go back to a cage and a cruel demon master.
Yeah. Not happening.
Reapers and hellhounds are natural allies, and the sooner we secure our bond, the better, because as it turns out…
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