She grew up in a world different from his. While he conquered battles, she read books and studied history. While he led an entire pack of wolves, she drowned in knowledge about the realm they live in. While lives hang in his shoulder, she was taught not to associate with any of his kind. But they knew all too well to know that fate does not work like that, and people who are destined for one another, will meet no matter how big the differences between them are. --

Maybe they could help to cloak my scent for a moment so I could gather my wits and remember how and where to hid in this huge palace. "Cassandra, what's wrong?" Ariana asked startled by my sudden appearance. "Man. Chasing me. In the hall," I answered out of breathe and still freaked out, that was the worst thing I have ever experienced. I was just calming down when I was grabbed from behind, I began to scream my lungs out. "No, no, please let me go. Please," I begged, I just needed an hour to myself to come to terms with this. "Ssh, ssh! I'm sorry but my Alpha needs you," cooed the man carrying me. I was still scared but he put his hand over my mouth when I didn't stop screaming. He put me down in front of a man larger than him and I lost my balance and almost fell but he caught me mid-air and crushed me against his chest, I felt the sparks and Miranda was screaming and howling within me. "It's you." Alpha Mason couldn't wait to find his mate and protect and love her, but when he finds Cassandra he won't let her out of his sight for eve a second. How will these to unlikely couple go along?

/ / Stock·holm syn·drome (noun) / / feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor. *DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS SUBJECTS SUCH AS SELF-HARM AND ABUSE*