"How do I know you won't reject me as well?" I reply, staring at the handsome Alpha who has somehow made it past my walls. He reaches a hand towards me, gently caressing my cheek and tracing down my neck. I can't help the sigh that escapes from me as the sparks erupt under his touch. He presses his lips to my ear, his warm breath giving me goosebumps. "I have waited and searched for you for eight years, Angel. Now that I have you in my arms, I'm never letting you go." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warrior wolf Katrina left her pack three years ago after a painful rejection from her mate. With her sister in tow, they travel in search of a new home. With her heart hardened and broken, Katrina discovers that second chance mates are no myth after running into Alpha Seth of The Red Fang pack. The question is, will she let Seth mend her heart?

Everyone should have a code to live by, a set of rules created from life experiences. I have one, and right now, this boy is breaking about three of them without trying. "Come on Tempest, you know avoiding me won't work." Butch murmurs, his metallic gray eyes watching my every move as he pins me against the wall. I have to give the boy credit, he's persistent. "A girl can dream..." I mutter in resignation, pretending to be irritated by his presence. However, I've found myself drawn to his brute charm, which is a bad thing considering the circumstances. "Do you really despise me that much?" I shake my head, it's quite the opposite actually. "Then why?" I look up to meet his gaze, trying not to get lost in it. "Rule 35." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tempest Zebel Mercer is a street witch who just moved to North Carolina from Brooklyn, New York. Living in a cabin left to her by her Great Aunt, she hopes to find peace from the dark secrets that haunt her past. Things change however, when she meets Butch. A boy whose eyes are only for her, and who has a secret of his own. When hell breaks loose, will Butch be the exception? Or will Tempest stick to her rules?

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade