Rebecca’s story

I’d had enough of his jealousy and his stupid impression that he owned me. Nobody owned me. I controlled my own destiny.

All this stuff had to stop here and now.

“What the hell is wrong with you? You think because you had me and marked me, I’m yours forever?” I shouted, hurt and angry because he was treating me just like a puppet.

But nothing prepared me for his incomprehensible reaction.

“All the legends about us as werewolves and their mates are true. Ever ...