The Wild Hunt

"Name."

"I-what?"

"Your name. What is it?"

"November." She spoke with a bit of confidence, standing up a bit straighter as well.

"Well, November," The male neared her, staring deep into her eyes. "I do suppose this will be interesting."

Again, her eyes narrowed. "Interesting?" Her hands met her hips, and she watched as his eyes fell to her chest.

Her hand shot out to lift his chin, yet he grabbed her wrist, backing her into the door.

Oh, shit.

"My woman is also my enemy." He slowly spoke. November noticed as his eyes darkened with each word.

Her heart was fluttering. She couldn't breathe. Her free hand flung up to zip up the rest of her jacket, and the female used whatever strength she had left to remove herself from his trap.

"I am not your woman, Pierce."

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November Valtosh didn't want a mate. As a member of the Royal Alpha family, she was meant to rule and only rule.

Yet we don't always get what we want.