Izzy is engulfed in a nightmare, reliving the painful memories of her past relationship. She hears his voice, deep and menacing, as he taunts her.
“You’re weak, not even up to par to the physical strength of a Beta,” he says, his eyes cold and calculating. “Your mental fortitude is the only thing you’re good at.”
In her dream, she looks up. It is her ex-boyfriend. He is towering over her, his muscular frame casting a dark shadow over her smaller frame. She doesn’t know what to do. Her rational mind tells her to back away from him, but her inner wolf lusts for him — it is telling her to grab and hug him, to remind him of the love and passion that they shared. That he is the person she shares a mate bond, someone to love and to treasure.
“And yet, no matter how low you are… Just the sight of you makes me crazy with lust.”
He grabs her arms and pulls her up. His deep desire for her mirrored on his eyes. It’s the same for her too, just a single touch and she knows that she will run after
