When Sunday Fallon is shipped off to Ravenscroft university, she feels the need to exert freedom because all her life she has been caged up.

She does not expect to meet her mate that she rejected seven years ago, or the isolation that she would face.

Carnal obsession

I took a deep drag, needing help to dull the blade of whatever disruption in the air was raising the hair on the back of my neck. Closing my eyes, I let my lungs fill, willing the drug to act fast as I exhaled. My head lightened as the smoke left me through my nose. Everything already blurred at the edges, taking on the hazy quality I’d been searching for. Dull. Empty. Lifeless. I didn’t want to feelheranymore.


It had been hours since she and that vampire piece of shit had gone downstairs to do God knows what. The pain of her choosing him over me yet again was enough to send me spiraling back into my old, familiar, self-destructive cycle.


Over and over, one endless fucking loop of rejection. Good thing I was a masochist, because I couldn’t seem to get enough of Sunday’s brand of torture. No matter how much I willed myself to hate her, I couldn’t stop my wolf, that fucking traitor, from wanting her.


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