Fated to Her Feral Mate by Haley Weir

She rejected her true nature, until she found her fated mate.

Nessa:
A new start. At thirty-eight, maybe I’m a bit old to throw all my belongings in the back of my pickup truck and head to New York City.
But it’s now or never, and life is too short for never.
I believe in taking life by the horns. Mastering my own destiny. So when I run into a rugged man with messy auburn hair and a dangerous smile…
Why does this feel like fate?

Rory:
She was never supposed to be here.
I’d given up on ever finding my mate. Until I ran into her–literally–as she was fighting a losing battle with a turnstile.
I look into her eyes and I know. She’s meant to be mine.
The timing couldn’t be worse. Someone is killing shifters in this city and, as my pack’s alpha, it’s up to me to get to the bottom of this.
Stay away, honey. My smile is nice, but you won’t survive my teeth.