I don’t want anyone touching you but me.

I've never claimed to be civil," he said with a soft growl, flashing his canines.

As long as they were together, they could face anything. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone—and she knew he didn’t either.

You’re not going to sleep with that fucking vampire!”… “I’ll sleep with an entire coven if I want!” She wasn’t whispering now. “You don’t tell me what to do.”… “I’ll kill any male who touches you.” His voice was a low growl as he leaned down to get right in her face.

He didn’t utter threats. He delivered promises.

It’s all or nothing with me. Make sure you know what you want.

It’s like I’ve walked into the fucking Twilight Zone,” she murmured…

She was just...hurt. And tired of feeling as if she wasn't good enough to officially mate with. It was no wonder her wolf was going insane.

For the past eight or so months their pack had been dealing with one issue after another from violent anti-paranormal maniacs to crazy vampires. It was nice that the only thing they had on their plate now was a bet for how soon two of their packmates would finally get together.