ruthlessness. He was merciless in every story ever told and a huge predator among wo

no room for me to breathe, but I would never be his. I'd rather die than

d next to him in his chariot as we moved out of the town that had shielded me for fou

new getting revenge was useless. He was way more powerful than I could

o each other, he refused to move ba

fists. "Stay

ptively soft but filled with his toughness. "Yo

he words like venom; my chest was furiou

ger, he only smiled. It was as if he

, little rogue," he murmured, s

ere final a

d think, I lunged. My fists swung, aiming for his face, his throat, anything to kil

g to break free, but he used my momentum against me, flipping me in one swift move. I gasped as my back hit the edge of the chariot; a

as calm, too calm, which on

idn't budge. His strength was overwhelming,

ed. It made my head spin and made my wolf whimper in submission immediately

I hissed, glar

ion went blank. Then, his lips

th roaming over my skin. "Hat

ering against my ribs. I had expected rage an

voice carrying a dark promise. "You may hate me

d falling rapidly, but his grip remai

is eyes burned with in

y wolf surging forward in

quieter now, more dangerou

e, heat pooling in my stomach at the dominance in his tone. I cursed mys

grace. I scrambled up; my body was tensed, and I tried to adjust my p

den eyes. "Run if you want," he said, h

e said my name. Like it

you fight..." He put a foot forward, grabbing my shoulder without breaking the stare as he held

ed to let him see my fear. Damian Black