Big Bad Bully

THE BIG BAD BULLY DOESN’T FALL FOR HIS PREY

Even if she smells like nutmeg, honey, and sin.

Even if her chaos and color drips into your black-and-white discipline-and leaves it bleeding.

I was raised in a pack that worshipped bloodlines and power.

Humans were beneath us-soft, fragile, fleeting things.

Fine for entertainment. Never for mating.

Especially not for me, heir to one of the most ruthless alphas in the world.

So when my new alpha chooses a human bride, I grit my teeth and obey.

I’ll plan the wedding. I’ll tolerate their ridiculous customs.

But I won’t fall for her best friend-the passionate, paint-splattered activist who thinks I’m the villain in her revolution.

She calls me arrogant. Predatory. A corporate machine in designer suits.

She’s not wrong.

And yet, she’s always in my space. In my mind. Under my skin.

She stirs instincts I’ve fought to bury-possessive, primal, ruinous ones.

She thinks I’m the enemy.

But I’m not the danger in this story.

She is.

Because if I take what I want-

If I claim her the way my wolf demands-

I’ll break every rule I was raised to uphold.

And I won’t be sorry.