Ranking Of Wolves: The Victor Of His Heart

“He advanced to level our faces only inches away, his minty breath fanning my face, taking my own breath away. I snapped my head sideways in a rush, I won't let him get what he wants. Not again! "Artemis," He growls at my protest. "Okay, I'll stay, but please don't get too near me!" "That's not what I meant, I'll likely tie you on bed if I have to just to make you stay." Okay, let's just pretend that doesn't sound weird and scary of him at all. "But, that's not what I really meant." He brought his hand up to cup my face and his thumb to caress my lips in deep longing. I looked at him to find him already looking at me-- or more like, at my lips. "Oh..." Mouthing as realization dawned on me. My eyes flutters down, watching him bite his lower lip as if that act alone could restrain him from fighting off his desire. "Well, fuck it..." I mumble lowly, yet he's already inches away from meeting our mouths and took my words the other way 'round as enough clarification for him to kill the existing distance and give a huge advantage for my fist. And that's one point for Artemis. ****** They say opposites attract, but what happens when the cop and the criminal end up being mates? Artemis Walker and Jonas Thorn's first counter sounded all but good for being fated mates. Coming from one of the scorned lycan family and being born with an Alpha's blood flowing in her veins, Artemis had withstand every humiliation her way to make it to the Ranking. But uncalled situations calls for uncalled measures and sooner, trouble seems to make their way to her triggering her patience into bits. The cause of her outrage had taken the attention of the Rankers, specifically the infamous captain, Jonas Thorns with an equipped whip in his hold.”