Tingles spread all across my body and I snapped my head to see his. Both dark, savage eyes peered into mine, and I knew exactly what I hadn't wanted was happening. 
"Mine."
They called him the Alpha of the Rogues. They said he couldn't be tamed. They said he was too evil for a mate. So imagine my surprise when he called me his.

Alpha of the Rogues

It was so, so bright. Everything burned and ached and hurt. My body was fire. I was fire. It all hurt.


Everything was so fuzzy. All that was clear was the brightness, and even that had fuzziness on the edges.


Stay awake. Stay awake. The person ordered. Keep your eyes open. Dont you dare fall asleep on me, Delilah.


But I want to fall asleep. Let me escape. My lips ached to tell the person that.


My thoughts jumbled from that point on.


Why does Delilah matter? Why Delilah? Why not Rose or Petunia or Jane or Fresia? Why am I Delilah? Why does Delilah mean anything?


I knew the answer to my questions even in my state. I knew who I was. I knew why I mattered, why I meant things to people. I was a strong, hardheaded, careless, enigmatic person. That was Delilah. That was I.


I wanted to fall asleep. But what did that mean for Delilah?


Chapter 34 An Open Heart