Was it wrong that he hated her as much as he desired her? Asher wondered. His thoughts floated in and out of his head as his heart pounded at the rhythm of his feet on the treadmill. When he thought about it, he actually hated Mia for the desire she had awoken in him. A desire so strong and consuming, it made him crave her more than his next breath. He had never known such a desire in his life; it pulsed in his blood with energy. Never knew it was possible to want someone so much, someone who didn’t even want him and had made it painfully clear on more than one occasion. He replayed their last encounter several times in his head. “... there could never be anything between us. So, you should go back to wherever you had disappeared to...” her words repeated themselves in his mind. And each time they hurt, just as they had the first time, he heard them from her lips. Lips he wanted to taste. Lips he imagined wrapped around other parts of his anato

He waited for her to let go of her control; she was halfway there, but then her sanity came back to her. How could she let go when letting go meant so much more than he thought? He didn’t have the barest idea what being intimate with her would result in. Unlike humans, werewolves bonded with their partners on a far deeper level than he would be able to understand. And she couldn’t exactly explain it either. She couldn’t exactly start an explanation about mating bonds just like that and definitely not while she was naked, lying beneath him. He couldn’t claim her or bite her, but she still knew sex with Asher Deavan wouldn’t be just a roll in the hay. An act that could be dusted off the next morning and forgotten. She shouldn’t let it happen. Asher kept a close eye on her. When he saw that she continued to hold back, lost in her own troubled thoughts, he brushed his lips against her skin in a light kiss. His warm breath fanned over her skin. He f

The jet ran down the runway, gaining speed and getting ready to take off. Mia Held on to her seat with a tight grip. It was her first time on a plane. Werewolves preferred to keep their feet closer to the ground. And who could blame them? Something about the small tube shaped tin floating in the air thousands of feet above the ground made her wolf agitated. She wouldn’t want to imagine what would happen if she lost control of her wolf for even a second in the tight sealed space they sat in. Mia took a deep breath and tried not to think about it. She had to remind herself that this was an escape. The jet took off and after a few minutes; it leveled and the seatbelt sign went off. Mia released the breath she had been holding. Asher unbuckled himself and looked at her. “Hey, are you ok? Why didn’t you say you were a nervous flyer?” Sure, let’s go with that explanation, Mia thought. It was far better than the one about her wolf clawing

Mia reached for her bag, which she had dropped by the door at the same time Asher’s hand wrapped around her arm to stop her. She was so angry; she was literally vibrating with the effort it took to hold her wolf back. “Let go,” she told him harshly through her clenched teeth. “Give a guy a chance to explain before you shoot him,” Asher responded quietly. He positioned himself so his front completely made contact with her back and cornered her against the wall next to the front door. It was a daring move, considering what he had seen her do to the two guys who had attacked her outside the bar the very first night he had met her. He had little doubt she could push him back and leave any second. The fact that she didn’t do exactly that gave him a tiny glimmer of hope. He sighed quietly and tried to reason with her. “Let me explain, it’s not what you think.” “You want to explain that?” She jerked her head in the direction of the kit

Mia paced the hallway like a caged animal. In a way, if she thought about it, she really was an animal and probably caged, but not in the literal term. Asher hadn’t locked her in his house, if she wanted, she could have left the moment she woke up that morning and found herself alone in his house with only a note explaining that he had gone to the office and would be back in the evening. The note had sounded so domestic and normal. Well, there was nothing normal about whatever was going on between her and Asher, Mia thought. For starters, nothing was supposed to be going on between her and the human.  Wolf shifters didn’t mate with humans. It had never happened in all the history of the packs. Not that she would say that Asher and her were now mated. They only had sex once. But as though that was not enough of a crime she had already committed, there was also the fact that she was originally supposed to mate with Alpha Dylan of the Ice lak