I know every single werewolf who's ever spoken to Ella—even the tiny pets she sometimes feeds.
So when did Ella Miller suddenly get a mate?
No way. That kind of werewolf doesn’t even exist in my memory.
It sounded so ridiculous… like some messed up joke. I felt like I'd been played, and that thought made my blood boil.
"You’re supposed to love me, Ella!" I shouted.
I had her pinned down, her soft warmth beneath me.
Even as I touched her trembling c**t, her crying didn’t stop—but all I could think of was that addicting scent of hers.
“Please… stop… just stop…”
Her legs were spread apart by my grip, shaking like she was about to fall apart.
She was wet enough to soak through her underwear, and I could barely keep myself from going further.
Then—someone knocked
