Five years.
It's been exactly five years.
Five years of s*****y and b*****e.
Five years of waking before dawn and collapsing after dark.
Five years of aching muscles, bleeding hands, and a heart that refused to break.
Five years of resisting Alpha Winter's advances.
The moment Winter saw Fae clean—after she had been bathed and given fresh clothes—the instant urge to claim her was intense.
His pale gray eyes had darkened with desire, his nostrils had flared, drinking in her body scent and his wolf had stirred, restless and hungry.
He had tried different ways to subdue her.
First, he tried his pheromones. He released waves of Alpha dominance, expecting her to submit, to melt into his arms, beacuse even if human, they will all fall victim under an Alpha's dominance.
But the phero
