The Lycan's daughter: His to ruin
He crossed the room in four strides and stopped just short of touching her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his chest. His eyes were dark, searching her face with something that looked almost like panic underneath the control.
"I know what this is," he said quietly.
"Then tell me."
His jaw tightened. "If I touch you right now—"
"Abel."
"—I won't stop.”
She walked away from her father's legacy, from power and fear and the Lycan name, for one thing — love. And for three years, Ronan gave her exactly that. Or so she believed.
Betrayed, broken and left with nothing but her pride, Vanessa walks out. But fate has a cruel sense of humor — she walks straight into the path of Abel's car, and wakes up remembering only her name.
Now she's a maid in a stranger's pack.
The stranger who hit her. The stranger who knows exactly who she is and wants nothing to do with it.
The stranger who can't stop watching her.