Lydia
While glass windows are breaking and items are falling down the shelves as lycans and werewolves fight each other, I snarl at Kade. Amusement washes over his features, but even though he is handsome, I won't be fooled by his appearance: this man is evil.
"I'm no future bride of yours!" I growl at him, shocked because I'm usually not this confident. But I suppose my anger comes from not wanting this random guy to become my husband. "You're not even my mate! There is no bond!"
He chuckles at that and tugs me into his chest. He is tall. Then again, every male is a giant compared to me. My nose gets squashed against his lower pecs, and I growl when he strokes an arm up my spine.
"Sch," Kade hushes me. "I'm just feeling you, and you better get used to this—when we are married, I wil
