WARNING!! Do not read this novel if you're not up to eighteen. This novel contains contents that aren't suitable for underages. **** His hands come around my neck, making it slightly harder to breathe but instead of panicking, I arch into it, welcoming the slight burn in my throat. "Is this too much?" My hand trails up his arm to his fingers gripping my throat, adding mine to it to increase the pressure. "You are perfect, Princess," Lucenzo praises, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck, just above our fingers. The word Princess doesn't sound like the insult he always meant it as, rather it sounds like a compliment. A compliment for doing a good job. I find that I want more of it. I want to collect them like Pokemon cards.

"I'm leaving," I deadpan like it is obvious. "I don't want to be a bother." "You can't even stand on your own two feet. You have no business going back into the woods." He places the bed cover over me. "Besides we don't know the person that attacked you. They could be out there waiting for you to show up again. It's too dangerous." "But I can't stay here," I argue. There's no reason for me to be here. The person I came here for is already dead. Fuck! I should have done more research before bulldozing my way in here. This is all on me. "You're staying here and that's final," Logan says firmly. Fuck this! Who does he think he is to order me around? I answer to no one, most especially not to the son of the man that ordered an attack on my pack. I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think about his order. "There's also the matter of us being mates." That shuts me right up.