Eric's lips brush mine, a slow, light action that already has me hooked. A comforting warmth engulfs my body, spreading from limb to limb like wildfire. His sweet lips move delicately with my own, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined. It is over too soon as he drifts away. "Now was that so difficult?" Eric murmurs as I try to register what just happened.

While trying to see the best in everyone, Isabella finds herself battling against her own mind. After an attack on her pack, she has to choose between her newly discovered Alpha mate and her beloved, younger sister. Her heart is in the palm of his hand--though she struggles to admit it--but that doesn't mean he won't crush it. It is a game of trust, and she cannot afford to lose.

Big Bad Alphas

Alpha Kenn's tightening grasp causes my face to scrunch up in protest. My teeth clench, I whimper like a hurt puppy, yet he continues to drag me away from the house and towards the tree line. The burn on my chest throbs. I wonder what kind of monster it takes to be shot and to walk away fine.

/"Let go,/" I seethe, attempting to yank my wrist from the cuff that is his hand, /"you bastard! Where are you taking me!/"

Adrenaline brings my vocabulary to that of a sailor's.

/"You piece of shit, you think you—/"

/"Please, darling,/" he groans, /"resisting is not going to get you anywhere. You had your shot at me; you failed, now let us move on./"

/"Move on?/" I gape. /"You have ruined everything I have. What have you done? Whose blood are you wearing?/"

/"If it will shut you up, then it's not your mates. You know, you were much sweeter before—/"

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