"You're mine," he growled, his silver eyes burning with anger.
"I'm my own. I belong to myself, and no one else," I retaliated. Suddenly, I was being pushed against the wall, Isaac trapping me between the wall and his body. He buried his face in the crook look of my neck, breathing deeply, attempting to calm himself.
"You're mine. Only mine; and I'm yours," he whispered, before sinking his teeth into my neck and marking me.
She's feirce, passionate, independent, and human. He's tough, possessive, determined, and alpha werewolf. When Isabella stumbles into the world of werewolves, the alpha of the largest pack in the United States takes claim to her. Will she give into this man who is so willing to give into her?