BRIDE OF WRATH

"You say it's not possible to have feelings for me before the wedding," Zephyr said again, his voice roughening, "yet your body language always seems to say the opposite when I'm close." He reached out slowly, picking a strand of golden hair and toying with it. "Like now," He continued seductively, tucking the hair in its rightful place before deliberately letting his fingers brush against the back of my ear. I took in a shuddering breath at the contact, my gaze dropping to his lips before darting away shyly. Zephyr tipped my chin up, making me look into his eyes. "You're always so quick to run your mouth," he scolded, teasing me by slowly running his thumb over my bottom lip. "But right now you're quiet. Why is that, Wildflower, mmm?" "Stay back, Zeph." I said weakly, his name coming out in a whisper. My eyes drifted to his lips again. "I don't think you want me to," he said, lowering downward till his lips were close to my ear. "Why… so… quiet. Mm?" ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Sold into a forced marriage with Zephyrus Wrath, a ruthless, impossibly powerful Alpha Lycan, Lyla Gray becomes a pawn in a tradition she doesn’t understand and refuses to accept. She is the one woman who won’t submit even when trapped in a world where mates are worshipped and claimed without question. Zephyrus never wanted a wife. He never needed one. But from the moment the stubborn, defiant Lyla steps into his domain, she becomes an obsession he cannot control... and a weakness his enemies are quick to notice.