The entire Sun pack stood in silence as Saint and Asher faced each other on the football field. The future outcome of their battle was uncertain. At least Harper did not know who would win. She glanced between the men. Asher was cracking his shoulders. His eyes were narrowed, and his entire expression screamed of darkness and a thirst for violence.Asher embodied what a perfect werewolf male was supposed to look like. His shoulders were broad and tanned, and his brown eyes held no mercy as he studied his competition. The beta was built like a tank—no wonder all the females wanted him. Harper worried about her mate.With concern building up within her, Harper glanced at Saint. The nymph was the opposite of Asher. He radiated an inner calm, and his lips were caught in a cruel smirk. He was muscular too but built less like a tank. Saint was lean and athletic with an eight-pack he wore with silent pride."You're going down," Asher said in a bitter voice. He looked Saint up and down with

Harper's eyelids squeezed shut. Her arms were tied by magical vines, and Saint's weight pinned her down to the mattress. Euphoria overwhelmed her. The muscles in Saint's arms were on full display. Ripped and sexy.It probably shouldn't be possible, but Harper's arousal grew stronger. She was so damn wet for her mate."I want you," Saint kissed her neck before pressing his lips to her skin. His warm tongue licked her and lapped up the salt. It was erotic. "Do you even know how beautiful you are? Sexy, gorgeous, and all mine."His giant hands caressed Harper's breast and tortured her by not giving her what she wanted; his fat cock.There were kisses.Bites.Sucking. And it was all torture!"Saint..." Harper moaned. "I can't take it anymore!"Saint knew what Harper meant. Their desire was shared through the mate-bond, more intense than ever. They needed each other, and Saint bent his head."You will soon have everything I have to give."Harper bit her bottom lip. "Except for the mark."

Harper and her best friends sat inside a luxurious Italian restaurant and stared at Saint as he ordered their food. Tanja and Frida seemed immune to Saint's pheromones, and Harper wondered if they had supernatural mates of their own. Not that she had time to think about that right now.No, not when all the women working inside the restaurant had their eyes on Saint. The owner was especially fond of him and had offered to serve their food for free. That's why they were here.Harper sharpened her ears to listen to the woman working the cash register. She was batting her eyelashes at Saint. "Say, how about you and I get away from here? You're just so gorgeous, and I would love to see what is under your suit."A tsunami of jealousy washed over Harper. The brunette working the cash register had big breasts and wavy, shiny hair. Her skin was a rich brown, and her makeup was on the spot. She was gorgeous—there was no way Saint would say no to her offer."I just want the food," Saint said co

"I don't understand why you're angry at me!" Harper argued while taking off her clothes. There was a growing pain in her heart that she couldn't chase away. "What have I done?!"Saint didn't reply, and Harper grew sadder.Her friends were sleeping in the room next to theirs. Harper deemed them safe since Saint had spread vines over the entire castle. He had grown in strength from having sex with Harper."Will you stop ignoring me?" Harper looked up again. "And please don't be angry at me! I haven't done anything!""I'm not angry at you!" Saint threw down his suit over the couch and was panting from anger and frustration. "But I'm not bulletproof, Harper..." "And I can't read minds, so please tell me why you're so upset!""Tanja..." Saint's eyebrows furrowed in misery. His voice was still angry and frustrated, though. "Tanja said Liam is your second mate, and I already know how this story will end. You will fall in love with your enemy—it's how it always goes."Harper gasped and could

"You have to wake up!" Saint gripped the blanket that was around Harper and shook her. "Now!"The room was cold. Harper curled up into a ball and shuddered when she lost the warmth of the fabric. Her tired eyes met her mate's face."What is happening?" Harper's voice was weak. It couldn't have been morning yet. "I want to sleep longer...""I'm sorry, baby," Saint looked apologetic. "But there are intruders on the castle grounds. You have to wake up.""Intruders?"Saint took a deep breath. His eyes were clouded with concern. "The Comet back is soon by our doorstep, my roots are telling me. We should get your friends and prepare for the worst."Harper sat up, and Saint handed her some clothes. She was the alpha of her pack, someone supposed to be fierce, but all she wanted was to fall back asleep. The only reason Harper could keep her eyes open was that her fear made her heart pound. She didn't want alpha Liam on her grounds. He was her worst enemy, the man who had ordered his men to s