She’s got scrapbooks. She’s got dreams. She’s got an obnoxious tendency to micromanage everything I do. It’s her bed and breakfast and her renovation project, but I don’t take orders.
I can’t stop watching her. The wolf in me wants to play, to mark her, to claim her as mine.
And when a creepy-ass monster threatens my human woman? I’ll protect her and keep her safe, even if she runs when she sees the real me.
I’ll make her my mate, if only I can convince her that I’m anything but a monster.