Luna Channing

Amanda

I've always been told that when you meet your mate, you just know. Your heart beats faster, your skin sings when you touch, and no matter what happens, you'll always be there for each other. It's no longer just one person against the world but two.

That wasn't the case with this man. His scarlet eyes blazed like rubies forged in a fire, they reminded me of lava. My heart was beating faster, but it was in fear. This brute was my mate? The one I'd been searching for all this time?

He held me pinned to the damp grass, one hand clutching both my wrists and holding them high above my head making my arms ache. There was no softness in him. Whoever he was, he was not on my side.

"A rogue on my territory, huh?" he drawled.

I struggled against him again but I might as well have been struggling with a block of concrete. His knee slipped between my legs, spreading them. "Please," I whispered, turning my face away from him. "Let me go, I'm just passing through, if you keep me here I'll be found."

He laughed and a midnight wind swept in, sending his long black hair flying. He reminded me of a lion, he looked as hungry as one too. "Why would I let you go? I know you can tell what's going on here, little rogue." He leaned down, neck nestled in the crook of my neck, and inhaled. "You smell like chocolate." His tongue darted out, tracing the curve of my neck.

I struggled harder. Tears stung the corners of my eyes but I didn't want to give them lease. I had to fight. I wouldn't give in to this monster. But, there was another one, one I feared more than this brute. "Please," I whispered again. "I'll do anything, just let me get inside."

He pulled away and a slow smirk spread across his full lips. "Anything?" he purred, he moved his knee up and down against my thighs. There was no doubt what he was after.

I swallowed. I didn't want to give up that kind of anything. But if I stayed here, I'd only be caught. I knew what the punishment for running would be, especially from him. "Anything," I whispered with a sob.

He laughed down at me, still not letting me go. His free hand trailed down, following my curves. "My name is Alpha Zale, and from this moment forward you're not going to be a rogue anymore. You will be part of my Vermillion pack."

What choice did I have? His hold tightened on my wrists, squeezing me so hard my bones threatened to crack. This wasn't a patient man this Alpha Zale, and I'd never heard of him or his pack, or I'd never have run this direction. "My name is Amanda. Amanda Style," I whispered.