Protected By Conan Wolf by Ana Calin

Janine: Conan Wolf is a huge guy with boulder-like muscles and a scarred face, who just proclaimed himself my bodyguard. He looks more like a warlord, but I guess that’s part of the package, right?
I’m one of the Fated Females of Darkwood Falls, which makes me a target for the bad guys, so I’m not exactly surprised the werewolves ruling this town want to keep an eye on me. But when I get an invitation to Europe from a Venice werewolf Lord, I have to wonder—why does he want to meet me of all people, and why do I get his letter on the very day Conan became my bodyguard?
One thing is clear, I can’t travel to Europe without my protector. But by the time we land on the other side of the world I’m already crushing hard on him. I’m hoping for a one-night stand, at least, but Conan is a battle-hardened bastard with a cold heart, and maybe I should just accept that. But, if he doesn’t want me, why does he stare at me the way he does?

Conan: A rich needy bachelorette. That’s what I thought Janine Kovesi was until the pack made it my job to protect her. Nothing special at first. I’m centuries old, and I’ve met so many women nothing can impress me anymore. But, against all odds, Janine is different. The more I stare at her, the less I can look away. The mystery of those cobalt blue eyes pulls me in.
Damn it, I can’t let this happen, I can’t imprint on her. I would need her like air then, I’d crave her like a madman, I’d become weak. And I’m responsible for the defense of the entire pack, I can’t afford to be weak. I need to stay focused, hard, cold.
But then the tables turn, and I have to make a choice. Either I imprint on her, or another man does—a man with an agenda to misuse her hidden superpower, and force my own dark secret up to light. A secret that’s bound to destroy someone once it claws its way back up from where I buried it—me or Janine.