"I am never going to love you," I hissed as I backed into the wall. "I will never let you touch me, mate me or make me yours. I hate you." His face lit up with a villainous grin as he rested his hands on the wall next to my head. "You say all those things," he growled lowly. "Yet I know what I do to you, I know how I make you feel, little mate." His hand cupped my cheek and I struggled to keep my eyes open as I clenched my jaw. "You will love me. You will let me touch you and I will mate you and make you mine." I trembled a little as his thumb ghosted over my lip and his eyes glowed harsh amber. My body felt like it was on fire. Why was he making it so hard to hate him? ~ When her pack is ravaged in a violent war, Ella struggles with the fact that her mate is the Alpha who initiated the attack on her pack, which killed her entire family. After being raised to hate the Jaxton Pack her whole life, Ella is torn with her desire to mate with the glorious looking wolf that is her mate, who has the ability to set her body alight with just a few words, or stay true to the beliefs she had grown up with.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.