Cronan is angry. Angry that after years of waiting, he's mated to the one wolf he never wanted.
Fen is stuck. Stuck in a state of purgatory that he doesn't know how to escape from.
After learning of his mate's crimes, Cronan never expected to see h...
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I was used to hearing werewolves talk about how meeting their mate was love at first sight; how the moment they laid eyes on their bonded partner, they knew they were done for; how all they longed to do was pull them close and never let go. I'd heard it all, but I couldn't say the same.
I couldn't say that I'd ever experienced love at first sight-I couldn't even say that I believed in it. I was, however, an avid believer of hate at first sight. That was how I'd describe meeting Fen for the first time.
The moment I met Fen, an uneasy feeling came over me. I chalked it up to nerves, but I'd later find out that I was wrong. Fen was everything I disliked wrapped into one person. His ever-present lofty attitude and his rude, manipulative nature were only two of the many things I could think of.
I hated him.
I hated the perpetually unimpressed expression he wore. I hated his never-ending sarcasm. I hated the way he always had to argue over little things.
I hated his alluring scent. I hated the way my wolf always seemed to come alive when his eyes were focused on me. I hated the sparks that erupted whenever we touched.
I hated that whenever he came close, it was as if a carnal desire was unlocked inside of me. One that threatened to consume all my thoughts and rationality; to throw all other emotions and beliefs out the window.
The one thing I truly despised though was that no matter how irradiant and searing my contempt toward him was, the part of me that was desirous of him would always burn brighter.
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