"You're dead, Alpha." I seethed.
Without any warning, he reached out and slammed his fist against my jaw.
"Think again." He hissed.
My head whipped around to meet his blazing green eyes, really looking into them. My eyes widened as my breath caught in my throat.
My burning desire to kill him died along with my dignity as I stared into his eyes.
My eyes greedily raked over him, my mouth falling slightly ajar.
Plush pink lips and chiseled features adorned his striking face. My hands slid up his body, resting on his broad, muscular shoulders. My fingers itched to run through his midnight black hair.
Those green jewels embedded with golden specks, framed by long lashes. Those structured cheek bones.
I felt the electricity. And I knew he felt it too.
• • • • • • • • • • • • •
Serafine. Undeniably strong and ferocious rogue, escapes enslavement and fights her way to freedom as she runs for her life. She thought she was finally free from the punishment and torment, but stumbles upon the territory of the Grey Mountain Pack.
Serafine faces another problem. The Daemones, blood thirsty, savage beasts, are threatening the pack.
And that's not all. Serafine finally finds her mate.
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