Touched By Fangs

His fingers crawled down from my shoulders to my waist like he was going through an art piece, but was breathing heavily at the same time. “Thalia…” his breath touched my left ear. “Our bond isn't just about instinct…” I pulled him off me, stepping back into the room. “Jaden, I'm human, and you're a werewolf. A bind cannot exist between us.” “And does that matter?” “It… it should.” He pulled me back into his arms, and our lips engaged in a kiss, his scent of fresh grass waffling through my nostrils. “You know what?” His hands touched my boobs. “It's no longer about you breaking this curse on me.” *** It had never been the same since the cruel incident of my parents’ death, and the scene still imprinted in my mind like a layer of skin. My mind had always been about them, always dreaming of them. I met Kael, and just when I thought I'd found some sort of peace, he betrayed me by selling me off to Alpha Jaden. Weren't all these enough to break me? Jaden claimed I was his mate despite my not being a werewolf. I tried to refuse, but my whole body could only confirm I was his. Then what next? Just when I was going to accept the crazy bond between us, I started to find evidence that he was my parents’ killer. How was I supposed to cope with all these as a human living among werewolves?