His Forbidden Scarlett
My wolf pushed hard against my chest, hungry and impatient, wanting me to walk up there that very second and take what was already mine, mate bond or not.
"Sold! To the gentleman in the back."
Scarlett's eyes finally found mine across the room.
For one second, I watched something inside her break—shock, maybe. Hate, maybe. Perhaps both.
Good, let her hate me.
Hate was easier for both of us than the truth. I started walking toward the stage, and my wolf walked with me, closer to the surface than he'd been in four long years.