I slap him across the face. Then I shove him. After that, I start to punch his chest repeatedly, still crying.
"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE PERSON! A HORRIBLE KING! A HORRIBLE ALPHA! AND THE WORST MATE KNOWN TO MANKIND!"
As soon as I say the words, I regret it. His eyes darken until their black. He shoves me back, nearly causing me to fall down.
"You are mine, Skylar. No matter how much you may hate me, you will always need me."
He strokes up and down my arm, and the sparks distract me. My thoughts start to jumble up, everything mixed up.
"You feel it, don't you? The sparks, the electricity. One little touch, and you can't even think straight."
Skylar hates werewolves. With a passion. So what happens when a very important werewolf turns out to be her mate?