The Handmaids Daughter (Alec Lightwood Love Story)

"I am so sick and tired of men thinking they can tell me what to do. Wear this, dont go here, don't go there, don't read, don't speak. Really they would tell me not to breathe if I could do so and still produce a child. But not you Alec Lightwood, I've always known I was different, I finally found where I belong. A place where I have a voice and I'll be damned if I let a pissy pussy of a man try to muzzle me again"

His hazel eyes burned as he watched the tiny blonde storm off towards the training center. This one would make it, this one had a fire in her he had never seen before. She was a magnet, a blazing fire and he was the moth, and he wasn't going to stop until she was his.