All I felt were the deep, sharp stings of her claws as they tore through my skin. Can someone please explain to me why one minute I was processing how the hell I was Maverick's mate, and the next I was wrestling with a crazy woman, fighting to stop her claws from scratching my eyes out?

"He is mine! No one is going to change that!" she screamed as her hands grabbed my throat, strangling me with all her strength.

My lungs screamed for air as I clawed at her wrists, desperately trying to ...