When I made a pact with my best friend to marry each other if we were both still single at thirty, I had no idea it would be magically bound... by me.

Time and circumstance have separated us, and we're no longer the naïve teenagers we once were. I'm thriving with my coven and Silas is the newly appointed Alpha of the local shifter pack.

Which is why this marriage will never work.

The Celestial Coven and the Moon Walker Pack have had an ongoing feud that spans generations. My former best friend has now become my sworn enemy. Unfortunately, my magic hasn't gotten that memo and my nemesis/husband is now living under my roof and walking around my house topless in gray sweatpants.

I don't want him. I shouldn't want him. But why do I find myself stalling at figuring out a counter curse?