Wild Lands

No, Caden.” I pulled away. “I love you, but I love myself too. I deserve better than that. I’ve been through too much shit not to be someone’s first choice.

You’ll find a lot of things blow up around Warwick,” I replied. “Like my ovaries,” Birdie muttered under her breath loud enough I could hear her. I shot her a look. “What?” She shrugged. “Like you weren’t thinking the same thing.

But let me warn you—nothing is worse than loving a man who will never love you back. It’s the worst kind of torture because you can grow accustomed to it, long for it, crave it more than life. You wouldn’t even know how to stop it. Nor do you want to.

Shove all the icky, uncomfortable things under the table, and pretend our lives were suited for our station. Stay pleasing, perfect, and uncomplicated.

The problem was, the girl they were going to track had already been destroyed. Beaten, tortured, and buried. He didn't know he was hunting a monster now.

The man completely betrayed me, cut me so deep it was hard to breathe, and I still thought I could feel him like some fucking ghost. Like the myth he was. Warwick Farkas, The Wolf, the legend. The ultimate betraying asshole.

You and I have already died a dozen times. What’s one more?

Opie stood up and, in a flash, both disappeared. Warwick stared after them, his brows crunching together. “Was he wearing a studded collar? And the imp had a butt plug on its head?

I’m just saying, you saved his life twenty years ago, but you are also bringing him to life now.

Even through my nausea, I had to hold back my giggle. Opie glared up at me, and I forced my face to be serious. “How dare you call him normal,” I chided Ash. “Shame on you.” I could see Ash’s mouth twitching with humor, but he nodded. “Sorry, my friend.

He found it... what your farther and I were afraid of.