"I, Farrah Hill, Rej-" my words were cut off by Thayer's hand, which suddenly covered my mouth.
"Don't," he growled. "Don't say those words!"
"Well I don't want you!" I spit.
"I don't care what you want. You are my mate and I have waited a very long fucking time for you, and I'm not giving you up that easily." Than he did the one thing that made brain, completely shut down.
He kissed me.
It wasn't a soft and gentle kiss that long time lovers share. No, this one was hard and demanding, and before I could even comprehend what was happening I was kissing him back.
"You might not think so, but you are mine, and I will have all of you, rather you like it or not.''
Being a rogue is something to be proud of in Farrah Hill's world. Being a rogue is a blessing according to Farrah. No pack, no stuck up, arrogant Alpha, no rules. And let's not forget the killer adrenaline rush you get when a bunch of crazy werewolves are chasing after you with an intension to kill. Farrah loves every single little crazy part of her life, and nothing could take away her happiness.
Than she moved to Harbor bay, Colorado.
Farrah is a fairly fun loving girl, but there is two things in the world that she hates with a passion.
Alphas and Mates.
So when Farrah walks into her new high school, and hears a very loud "MINE!'' yelled at her, than is suddenly pulled into a bone crushing hug by the Alpha himself, her life is turned upside down.
With a new pack of rogues coming into the area, trying to fight the attraction she feels for her Alpha mate that she didn't want to begin with, and simple bad luck ruining everything, Farrah knows that her life will never be the same again.
And she's not so sure if that's a good or bad thing anymore.
Anyways, you know what they say:
Some decision are life altering, and others are best left undecided.