He rejected her at the altar. Five years later, he needs her to save the world. When Saoirse Dunmore accepted the invitation to An Tearmann sanctuary, she told herself it was professional duty—not the hollow ache that had lived in her chest since the night Alpha Fionn Calder stood at their mating ceremony and turned his back on her in front of everyone she knew. She was wrong. About the duty. About the ache. About all of it. Fionn didn't reject his fated mate because he didn't want her. He rejected her because a three-hundred-year-old Morrigan's Binding—the only thing keeping a catastrophic wolf demon sealed inside a mountain in the west of Ireland—would have shattered the moment their bond completed. And shattering it would have released Cú Faoil, the demon born from centuries of wolf grief, onto a world completely unprepared for what he carried. Five years of silence. Five years of carrying the Binding alone. Five years of knowing exactly what he gave up and why—and saying nothing. Now the seals are weakening. A rival pack is using stolen ancient artefacts to accelerate the demon's waking. And the only path to a permanent solution runs through a recovered ceremony text that requires two things Fionn doesn't have: a trained Lore-Keeper who can perform the Blood-Right ritual—and a mate who would freely choose him after everything he did. Saoirse is both. She arrives at the sanctuary armed with seven years of hard-won expertise, a professional composure built specifically to survive proximity to him, and five years of very justified anger. She is not here to forgive him. She is not here to want him. She is here because the ceremony text is a genuine archival find and the demon is genuinely waking and she is, first and always, a Lore-Keeper who does her work. Except the marks on his arms run gold when she touches them. Except the rejection scar on her collarbone pulses warm for the first time since the night it was made. Except he is not the man who turned away from her—or he is that man, still, but he is also the man who is dismantling every wall he built, brick by careful brick, and showing her what was underneath them all along. The demon can be contained. The bond can be completed. But the ceremony requires something the Morrigan built into the lock three centuries ago—something that cannot be performed under obligation or duty or anything other than the old word, freely given. Grá. Love. And Saoirse Dunmore does not do anything she does not mean. Perfect for readers who love emotionally complex second-chance romance, ancient Celtic mythology woven into supernatural world-building, and heroines who choose their own story rather than have it chosen for them. If you want a love story where the happy ending is earned through honesty, accountability, and two people learning to choose each other instead of for each other—this is your book. Start reading today.