"You're fated to be mine, and mine alone." The man claimed so by my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine and wetness between my legs. My heart started racing. "No, I already found my love. I'll never be yours." I blurted out against my own wish. I can't be his. I already had Derek. "You will. No other man can satisfy you. We're made for each other." Part of me knew he was telling the truth. But I didn't dare to admit it, so I ran away, as fast and far as my feet could carry me. Deep down, I knew he would come after me and made me his. And the scariest part was my inner self was excited about the possibility. The other half of me, or my wolf, in his words, was yearning for his touch and his love.