Three years ago, Decker rejected Misha because he didn’t believe she was ready to take on the pressures of being the alpha’s mate. His rejection didn’t force her away, and for all those years, she lived by his side, dealing with the pain of seeing him every day.
Abandoned at birth and left with the Masters pack, Misha tolerates her fate. But she cannot handle the risk of him taking someone else, and she plans to leave.
Decker doesn’t want her, but he won’t let her leave either.
She’ll show him.
Decker has only known Misha to be amenable, and now it’s time for him to see what happens without her help. With so many complaints and requests, running a pack is never easy.
Denying what he wants cannot last, and he feels the need to claim Misha for his own. When Decker decides to stop fighting, there’s no stopping him.
She is his mate, he’s never letting her go. He’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.
Be Warned: anal sex
Decker couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked so … beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled.
One of the women she was with had wrapped her arms around Misha’s waist, and the two women were dancing.
“What is Andy doing with her?” he asked.
Andy was a single woman and was known for working her way through the pack. She had tried to mate with him and lure him into her bed, but he hadn’t been interested.
He hadn’t accepted Misha as his mate, but that hadn’t meant he didn’t want her.
Andy got distracted and left Misha on the dance floor to dance with one of the men.
No one went to Misha. His mate didn’t seem to mind.
She’s not our mate.
As he gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists and he waited.
Misha opened her eyes and looked directly at him. He loved her brown eyes as they seemed to sparkle with life. Even when she was pissed at him, they were filled with life.
She turned her back on him, allowing other men to see her body. When she swayed her hips from side to side, he knew he should leave. He shouldn’t have come to see her.
Ignoring the call of her was impossible.
“Go to her,” Blueberry said. “She’s hurting, Decker.”
He couldn’t take his eyes away from her.
The pack was in residence. They would see him fall.
Misha’s call was too strong. He got to his feet and even as he tried to fight it, he couldn’t.
People moved out of the way, giving him a direct path to her. With her back still to him, he got to admire the curves of her ass, and she looked so fucking sexy.
He wanted her so badly. His cock wouldn’t get the message to soften.
Taking care of his needs with his imagination and his hand wasn’t going to cut it for much longer. The moment he closed the distance, he couldn’t resist touching her. For three years, he’d denied himself the simple pleasures in life that included just holding her.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her back against him and pressed his lips against her neck. “What are you doing?” he asked. He didn’t allow her to feel the hardness of his cock.
She leaned back so she rested against his chest. “I’m dancing. What are you doing?” she asked.
“People are watching you,” he said.
“Let them watch. I’m just dancing and having some fun. You’re the one who’s being a spoilsport. You don’t want me, Decker. You won’t let me leave. You don’t think I’ve noticed men look but don’t touch?” She spun around in his arms, and as he stared into her eyes, the fight was even harder.
“What did you do?”
“None of your business.”
“My happiness and my future are my business. You shouldn’t be meddling in my life. You refused that right when you denied me. Stop invading my world.” She pushed against his chest and left the dance floor. For a few seconds, he simply watched the sway and curve of her ass.
She was temptation.
Go after her.
This was a big mistake.
Misha left the bar, and it didn’t take long for him to close the distance.
He should leave her alone. Ignore her. Go back inside and talk to his father, stepmother, and Blueberry, or anyone from the pack.
Instead, he grabbed Misha’s hand and spun her around, and she collided with his body.
“What?” She snapped out the word, and he just couldn’t resist another moment.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her in close and took possession of her lips. They tasted just as good as he imagined they would.
So soft and plump, designed for him.
It was cruelty of the fates that this woman was perfect for him. Her body. Her mind. Her spirit. It all called to him.
Misha moaned as he slid his tongue across her lips, and she gasped. Her hands went to his chest, and slowly, she worked them up until she held on to him. He didn’t want to let her go, not for a single second.
With one hand in her hair, the other, he slid down, gripping the fullness of her ass.