Anastasia was a young werewolf girl that had only shifted once after her 18th birthday. On the night she found out that her human boyfriend was cheating on her, she ran away only to come across her fated mate; A lycan Prince. Would he accept her? Or would fate play another cruel game with her? * "I’d like to kiss you without asking permission, but I can’t…" I heard him say. I couldn’t control the flutter within, the lump in my throat, the violent heartbeat. "I shouldn’t…" He swallowed hard as his hand slid fast on the red satin of my dress, sending impulses to my spine as he pressed a little harder against my butts until their cheeks brushed. "I won’t..."  he parted to look at me, "if you don’t want me to." Heat rose from my stomach to my chest and my heart skipped a beat as Jericho’s lips were closing in. The smell filled my nostrils to the point of near brain death. He was so close. That was it. At that very moment, his lips brushed over mine like a wave of warmth and all my body reacted to him instinctively. It was a soft innocent brush at first. And then it was something even more. My toes curled, my eyes zeroed in on his, his smell even more hypnotic. The taste of him… it silenced my thoughts and made me want more. My whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on mine as his arms wrapped around me felt nearly forbidden. As if time had stopped right there, as we stood in the middle of the cave, glued to one another. As if no one else existed and there was no risk of the wolves from a few hours ago attacking. As if nothing made sense anymore. My wolf whimpered, fighting for dominance, which was something she never did. But I didn't give in. I wanted this as much as she does.