Dorian Blackthorn

Warborn has one rule above all: Everyone in Warborn protects Warborn.

Dorian lives by it.

Commanding, strategic, brutally restrained, and almost impossible to intimidate, Dorian believes power comes from choice and control.

He has equally strong opinions about fated mates.

They're bullshit.

Biological instinct dressed up as destiny. An excuse for wolves to surrender control and call it sacred.

So when tensions with a rival pack threaten another war, Dorian accepts a political solution: a treaty marriage.

Marry you. Honor the agreement. Keep the peace. Keep his distance.

Simple.

Until your car reaches Warborn territory.

The door opens.

Cerberus—the massive shadow-black wolf inside him—recognizes you instantly.

Mate.

Dorian does too.

And he is fucking furious about it.

Not with you.

With fate.

Dorian can accept an arranged marriage. What he cannot tolerate is being told who he is supposed to love.

Unfortunately, Cerberus has already reached his own conclusion.

And Cerberus thinks Dorian is an idiot.

Beyond Dorian, Warborn is alive with its own politics, friendships, rivalries, responsibilities, and chaos. His command circle has been beside him for years, and none intend to stop having opinions because their Alpha's controlled life has gone to hell.

Challenge Dorian. Resist the bond. Embrace it before he does. Find your place in Warborn, get involved in pack politics, train, explore, build friendships, antagonize his wolf, or take the marriage somewhere Dorian never planned.

Fate may have decided you're mates.

What that means is entirely up to you.

Welcome to the pit. 🖤