Crowbar
Spencer has terrible luck with people. His dating life is a nightmare, his new job has him wrestling cat litter bags half his body weight, and the pet store parrot calls him an asshole daily. Then a leather-clad biker walks through the door, and Spencer’s carefully managed chaos gets a whole lot more complicated. He knows better than to trust pretty words and a killer smile. He’s been here before. It didn’t end well. But Crowbar isn’t offering pretty words. He’s offering something Spencer has never had before. Safety. Family. Home.
Crowbar came in for a puppy. He left with a German shepherd, a fistful of chaos, and a mate who insists on calling his dog Noodles. His wolf has no complaints, even when his mate calls him Pookie in front of his entire pack. When Spencer’s past comes crashing back in the worst way possible, the claws come out. Crowbar will burn the world down before he lets anyone touch what’s his.
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