Love Bites Hard by Lola Glass

I agreed to marry the new werewolf king in exchange for my freedom.
But now he’s holding me hostage on his pack’s land.
Did I mention that he bit me, publicly, to claim me?
Or that he’s so lost in the darkness of his past that he’s basically feral?
If I could grow fur myself, maybe the situation would be a simpler one, but I can’t.
Somehow, I have to snap my new mate out of his funk, so he can get the pack in order and deal with the people who want me dead.
But to make that happen?
It’s looking like love is my best bet.
I don’t want to fall for him or try to make him fall for me… but I don’t think I have a choice.
Because love sucks, but being killed by a bunch of werewolves?
That would really bite.