BLURB
Bridget Donohue is beyond furious with the
meddling alpha of the local wolf pack. He not only crashed her wedding, but
scared the groom away. And for what? It isn’t like he’s ready to man up and
claim her.
Disgruntled by his attraction, Micah Smythe feels the pull but isn’t willing to bite. Bridget is irrational, mouthy, and temperamental. So why does his body respond every time she’s near? He’s declared her off limits, but the more time he spends with her, the harder it is to keep his hands to himself.
Passion ignites between them, but Bridget refuses to give in to the wolf’s game of seduction. She’s determined to resist the alpha at all costs.
Disgruntled by his attraction, Micah Smythe feels the pull but isn’t willing to bite. Bridget is irrational, mouthy, and temperamental. So why does his body respond every time she’s near? He’s declared her off limits, but the more time he spends with her, the harder it is to keep his hands to himself.
Passion ignites between them, but Bridget refuses to give in to the wolf’s game of seduction. She’s determined to resist the alpha at all costs.
EXCERPT
“How could
you…!” Bridget screamed into the wind as the storm raged around her, knowing
damn well with his sensitive wolf hearing, she could have whispered. “You sent
my fiancé running scared! We were about to say our vows, you asshole!”
Bridget stood outside the church, her
white dress feeling like it weighed fifty pounds as the rain pelted down,
soaking her. A gust of wind wrenched off her veil and sent it into the nearby
gutter, dirty water destroying it on contact.
“You aren’t marrying him,” Micah said, a
growl to his voice.
“Why?” she asked, the anger draining
away as her shoulders sagged. “Why would you ruin my life this way? I was
happy, damn it!”
“You don’t belong with him.”
“I don’t belong with you,” she yelled. “Go back to your pack.
You aren’t welcome in my life!”
Bridget struck hard, making contact with
his cheek. Holding her hand to her chest, she turned on her heels and stormed
back into the church, the heavy doors slamming shut behind her. Five of the
groomsmen formed a line, blocking Micah from following her. His hands clenched
at his sides as he bared his teeth at them.
“Move!” he demanded.
The eldest of the groomsmen, a
bear-shifter of some sort, shook his head. “You heard her. I think it’s time
for you to leave.”
Micah’s ears pricked as he listened for
sounds inside the church. Over the crowd of wedding attendees, he heard Bridget
crying. He hadn’t meant to upset her, but there was no way he could allow her
to marry some random guy. She hadn’t even been with the loser more than a
month. Who the hell married someone they’d only been dating a month? He would
have stopped her sooner, but he’d only heard about the wedding that morning.
“This isn’t over,” he told them. “You
know I was right to stop the wedding. She doesn’t belong with that puny
paper-pusher. She just thinks she wants a man she can control.”
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