Bonded By Christmas

Lacey

I’m struggling to get into the holiday spirit. Winter is normally my favorite season, but something isn’t clicking this year. With my mom and her new husbands away for the holidays, I’m all on my own. Well, I could seek out Wilder, the annoyingly hot stepbrother I gained when my mom got married, but that’s a last resort kind of option.

My job at the scent clinic keeps me busy enough, anyway.

Feral alphas need contact with omega pheromones to prevent the decay from progressing to the point they go rabid, and I love being able to help. I spend my shifts snuggling with alphas society considers dangerous, but most of them are giant softies once I get to know them. Or that’s what I believe right up until a chance interaction after a trip to the Christmas market proves there’s more to the men in my life than I ever realized.

Now I’m tangled up in mafia family politics and reconsidering how nice drinking hot cocoa, wearing holiday-themed pajamas, and binge watching Christmas movies would be.