"I was born to be extraordinary, meant to be a powerful force among all creatures.  

Born to three hybrid werewolves I should have been more powerful, more magical than any creature on this earth.  
But I am not. 
My wolf’s fur is silver, but I do not possess any of the abilities of a silver wolf.  
My witch heritage should have been enough for my powers to manifest naturally but they did not.  

I am nothing more than ordinary.  
An ordinary disappointment to family.  

I am a wolf with no abilities and a human with a smart mouth that gets me into nothing but trouble.  
Instead of continuing to disappoint my family I ran, and unknowingly, I ran right into the arms of my mate.

Rogue Princess

　　Erebus places little kisses all over my face. The stubble that is on his chin tickles as it rubs against my face causing me to burst into giggles. Lifting my chin with two of his fingers he captures my lips under his own. His tongue traces the seam of my lips begging for entry. Opening my lips slightly he plunges his tongue into my mouth. The kiss is urgent and desperate. The feelings of fear and the relief come bursting through the bond. Erebus wraps his hand in my hair bending my head back slightly granting himself better access. A cough from the other side of the room reminds us that we aren’t alone. Untangling his hand from my hair he places a final peck on my lips and leaves me blushing with embarrassment on the hospital bed.


CHAPTER 63