He towers over my small frame. His muscles bulge beneath the fabric of his clothes as he steps closer to me. I want to leave, but he won’t let me go. His hand wraps around my arm.
“You’re my mate.”
“Chosen mate.” I remind him. I’ve learned there’s a very distinct difference between the two. A fated mate connection, created by the moon goddess herself, is something so undeniable and pure.
Or so I’ve heard.
His loud growl emanates through the room and vibrates through my body when he pulls me toward him. His arms are like thick metal bars caging me in. His eyes swirl between light amber and black.
“I don’t care. You. Are. My. Mate.”
“But—“
He holds my chin between two fingers, forcing me to look up and effectively shutting me up.
“Are you not listening?”
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They want me to become the mate of their crown prince. Me, a mere human, mated to a ruthless monster!
We’ve been at war with the werewolves for years. I watched many of my friends and family die under the claws of werewolves. I may be small and weak, but now the wolves are coming for my home again and I cannot stand by and do nothing.
I can protect them, but in order to do that, I’ll have to commit to the demands of my enemy. They believe I’ll do what they say, because I'm afraid and honestly, I’m terrified. Living with the monsters from my nightmares, who wouldn’t be?
Still, I will never turn my back on my people, even if I won’t survive this.
And the crown prince? Causing destruction and despair runs through his blood. He’s probably even worse than the rest of them.
Right?
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Warning: this story contains explicit language, violence, murder and sex.
