Freya wet the spot on his trousers by licking his erection as they lay on the carpeted floor. Lysander swallowed forcefully upon witnessing her beguiling demeanour."However, yours are exceedingly impressive, lady!" Currently, you are the one who is provoking me into this. He raised his eyebrows and gazed at her with a malicious grimace, his eyes fixed on her. "What?" I am yet to even start. While gazing intently at him, she reached for his trousers. Freya's carnal desires were rendered insatiable as a result of her step-sister drugging her."Oh, you will be so thrilled with everything that you will soon be screaming my name." As Lysander slid his hands over her scarcely intact neckline, a lopsided grin appeared on his lips. "But, I don't even know your name." Lysander's head shook with a gentle chuckle as he paused in response to her perplexing voice."Lysander O’Malley. Memorise it, as it will be the sole thing you shriek throughout the night" Freya, a wolfless woman's life, took a drastic turn when her boyfriend rejected her on his sister's wedding day. Heartbroken, her stepsister got her drunk in order to set her up, but she ended up on Alpha Lysander’s bed, and he sensed her as his mate. She is claimed by him, but not as a mate, but to bully and use her body to satisfy himself. How will Freya's life turn out from here?