Bridget’s POV “You shouldn’t have done that,” I snarled at Mika as soon as I came bursting through the bar. He leaned against the table, looking very amused.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my little Wolf. Here to accept my proposal?” he asked.

God, I hate him. I hate everything about him. I hate his stupid smirk, his smell, his aggressive attitude, the fact that he thinks he can control me.

I marched up to him, getting so close, I was merely inches away from him.

“Listen, asshole, ...