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.
I watched the exact second she realized who had bought her. The color drained from her lips, her body going still, shock turning instantly into cold, burning hatred.
Good. Let her hate me.
Hate was safer than the truth. Hate would keep her alive.
I stepped out of the shadows and walked straight toward the stage, the crowd parting like water before a storm. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, closer than it had been in four long years, ready to tear apart