Livia sat, frozen in shock, as the man slowly retreated out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Rhys Norvald. North Star Hotels. Werewolves.
Was this a dream?
She poked one of her bruises, sending a jolt of pain through her body. She wasn’t dreaming! Maybe she misheard him…because there was no way werewolves were real. They were confined to fairy tales, horror films, and bad teenage romance novels.
The night at the lake suddenly flashed though her mind. The moon, the strange men…then the giant wolf.
“Holy shit.” She whispered to herself.
What did he mean that she was his mate? Was that some kind of werewolf thing? Maybe they kidnapped human women to breed with. She shuddered at the thought. Were they going to bite her and turn her into a werewolf too?
Nope. BIG nope. This
