Raven’s POV
Ansel slammed his mouth against mine, kissing me like the brute that he is.
There was nothing tender about it. Nothing soft about it. Just force and pure possession.
My wolf still reacted to our closeness, but I didn’t. Not anymore. Not after what I had just learned.
Now, his touch felt wrong.
Before, I could pretend there was something between us, something real, something that wasn’t just his hunger to conquer. But now, every time his hands touched me, I knew what he was. What he wanted.
He wanted power, he wanted to control me and he wanted the throne.
And he would use me to get it.
I refused.
My hands pressed against his chest, shoving with all my strength, but he didn’t budge. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into my waist as he crushed me against him, his
