I was average. Ordinary. I had a few friends,followed the rules and tried to stay out of the way of males,like every other female. He was a Lycan. His possessiveness and strength surpassed any other normal werewolf,Alphas included. He was terrifying and cruel. But he was my mate. Niamh lived in a town where the males were dominant,no questions asked. You were raised to fear your mate and serve him. Dominic Hunt was a Lycan. Niamh had heard very little about Lycans but knew she should be afraid of them.

Highest ranking #1 as on 4th July 2017 "Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt, do we?" **** Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One? What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all? In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? Life is never easy, and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose, but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race. Is she strong and brave? Triggers are present.